by Steve King
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Your speaking moves more than the air,
it seems.
I am, with every murmur, shaken
too,
transported always where your will
requires,
my wishes, resonant at every turn,
attend the lingering strains of
your desire.
Much stronger than the weight of
loud command,
your musings will demand obedience.
You know that I am helpless to
ignore,
and every instant, as I lie in
wait,
my urgent station sighs aloud for
more.
Suspended like a mote in dim
moonlight,
my substance cedes to rapt
imaginings,
and, shedding every motive of my
own,
I fall upon the pleasures you might
bring,
awash, enfolded, no bright charm
deferred,
Beautifully done. A pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza is especially stunning!!💝
ReplyDeleteI was especially drawn to the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Much stronger than the weight of loud command,
your musings will demand obedience’
and
‘Suspended like a mote in dim moonlight,
my substance cedes to rapt imaginings,
and, shedding every motive of my own,
I fall upon the pleasures you might bring’.
Perfectly written.
ReplyDeleteGreat word mastery!
ReplyDelete...every murmur... every instant.... a wonderfully personal poem of love...
ReplyDeleteOh, I love your title. The poem is rich with emotion, with the whisper thin edge of wanting.
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