i need your whisper
tonight
one that rumbles
into the pleasure
of all my olfactory
nerves
that ignites a giggle and
tickles the imagination
so close that your lips
dance against my flesh
i can dream of the nuzzle
and the whisper
but they seem to be slipping
into the books of history
history provokes my loneliness
but history is nothing about
the geography of your hips
or being next to you
when both of us are waiting
for that quiet moment
where you tell me
what you have been
thinking about
what both of us
have witnessed