Whisper Whisper

Lean in to kiss her

The heat of rhythm 

Frees our love,

Like light in a prism

     Free

           Young

Or trapped in innocence

as if it isn't all the nice.

The more we learn

The more we see.

The more we see

The more we aren't free.

You look at me

                I glance at you

You smile 

                I wave one shy hand

You welcome me

                I withdraw from you

You giggle, laugh

               Who me? At me?

You turn and walk

                I hide and sigh

One more day and she'll be mine

I won't say Hello

because I don't even know you.

You might think this corny

weird

possibly creepy

but nevertheless, 

You're the only person here who demands my attention 

and it's actually quite annoying,

but never a nuisance.

Not that this class is fun,

I just spend it thinking of ways to talk to you.

I hope to see you next class,

maybe I'll say hi.

At last,

a New Freedom!

A freeing hand

to pry back the welded gates 

of a block cloaked in misunderstanding,

behind which the thought forsaken blasphemy was freed 

from the bonds of an old testament, 

Not wronged but not for me.

For at last rest.

A faint appearance 

The silky silence of a summer’s night

Upon which the gaze,

The gaze of a wolf

At the sight of a hare, 

Pierces the iron built wall

Of the man prided on self, 

Lays waste to his crumbling thought of love,

Here at which a green bud

Emerges through the mortar,

All at the glimpse 

Of the burnt umber hair laying upon

The moon kissed face of the angel

Veiled in a shroud of white linen,

As blinding as heaven itself.