The kind of whispers
a man utters when his breath
is fully stolen.
That song where he whispers to start
This time there’s more than guitar for me to find
In the middle he pleads from his heart
As I memorize each slow-dance step
Finally he lets the drum lead to fade
To my whisper a screamed we’re alone
Not only of the Day’s news
Confidently place in my hands the pirate’s map of you
Trust me with all that I can know of Treasures you’ve left everywhere really
OK -little by little then….