Whisper's Call

Pen to cold paper
The morning crafting begins
Within and without

So I write my thoughts
My will manifests aloud
Aloud to take form

I dreamt of a heist
One so elegant it blooms
Nightly into day

An eternity
My love, my partner, my bride
Angelic visage

Sometimes I've patience
Enough to keep my (hands/thoughts/words) off
Most times I do not

So I write, like now
Slipping subtleties in line
A swipe of the pen

Oh to be this blessed
That remotely I can spur
My lover's advance

Nothing traceable
But the work of a moment
Borne on a whisper

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