French Whispers

by Christopher Shin

Talk to me in tongues
when beauty is unknown,
and the thoughts of
your adoring eyes speak
of stories long told.

Your breath the perfume
that lingers all around
me like blooming bouquets
that explode into the
sunlight all around.

Sing to me and hum
as my perking ears
like buds flutter open
as you whisper hope.

Oh the words you say,
and I can only imagine
what hope you bring
to the world.
My world.

So you dream and dance
in my head as lyrics sing
words of inspiration
in fiction.

And I'm in love then
I dream all over again.
With hopes that bursts
and die in notes.


Posted on 02/09/2009
Copyright © 2023 Christopher Shin

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