Her Quiet Whispers

She said this morning,
“I don’t know what I am in for,
Am I lucky or unlucky…”

Ask me why I didn’t say anything,
And more important, why I didn’t feel
Anxious that she said this.

I will tell you that,
She was simply expressing,
The disquiet of love,
Not expecting the cheap pleasure
Of its beauty or its riches.

In saying so,
She made room for me,
Right next to her,
Close to her warm body,
And closer to the warmth
Of her quiet whispers.

Featured image: Portrait of Monsieur and Madame Auguste Manet, by Edouard Manet, WikiArt.org

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