1/3/11

Whispers
By Jason Sturner


I am a whisper.

Of storms through your skin,

the desire-rain

across your inner thigh.



You are a whisper.

Of buttons slightly untamed,

the lightning-window

inside a metal frame.



This pinprick in our shadow

reveals a minor flow,

like hearts caught in a spiral

where the wind ascends.



And if dust settled

on the swan’s bones,

a quilt-sky could rise

from this field of poppies.



Until then, I am a whisper.

Of night tangled in vines,

the dream-pathos

exhausting your sleep.



Until then, you are a whisper.

Of thoughts shutting my eyes,

the curtain-stage

hiding these theatricals.



You say:

I cannot go beyond words for you—

We both know why.



And I reply:

When my heart falls to the floor,

poetry will do.


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Jason Sturner was born in Harvey, Illinois, and raised in the western suburbs of Chicago. He has published four books of poetry: Kairos, 10 Love Poems, Selected Poems 2004-2007, and Collected Poems (all available as free downloads; see website). He currently resides in Knoxville, Tennessee, where he writes short stories of psychological horror and the supernatural. Website: www.jasonsturner.blogspot.com