You
whisper to me
Soul Stirrings
from that deep source within.

I listen because your soul
always speaks to me in quiet
pillow breaths;
soft tones
reaching deep into my open beating heart.
 
Here  ecstasies  are quietly rendered;
Yours and Mine-sychronized flutterings;

nighttime tones meditate
and separate
True-ness from the days background noise
as we make the moment ours.

Come closer breathing
as we exchange
fire stirrings,
cross whisperings
which sculpt as these intimate intimacies rush--
low, soft connections made--
which make our minds reel;
our mouths touch;
mixing those gentle breezes
whispers make
allowing
we two to grow
pomegranates on our souls.