Against A Whisper

While little whispers..Blew from each ~
Harp string…Of your red velvet hair…
Dreams were fall’in …On my palms beach..
Laid bare…For their willful tender care…

While each freckle ~ Dripping wet…
Became a smiling face…For my lips to greet…
With an embrace… You will never forget..
~ Mid your threads-n-thimbles of aching sweet….

My well framed arms ~ Waiting to portray..
The play of soothing rain…In the making..
Rehearsing each…A united night and day…
Against a whisper..Of a red velvet string…