Whispers

Whispers

The room is filled 
with awkward whispers.
The rustle of starched collars
The slippery silent tie forming knots
Even in the darkness 
I feel your shoes
Gliding over woolen socks 
that are expensive and soft.

The water runs in the en suite
Your shave is complete.
It whispered to me
In sexy scratchy tones.

Outside the room
In the town square 
under moonlight.
The church clock quietly 
chimes five times.

Daybreak whispers 
over the far horizon.
My body tingles
Under your whispers 
of last night.

I hear the paper
In your fingers
Knowing it is green.
It whispers as you slip
It under my pillow
It says thank you.

I feel small 
angry and used.
I have no right to.
You paid for what I sell.
But when you leave 
you take a piece of me. 
A piece of that thing 
they call a heart.

People like me 
do not feel this.
But in the darkness
Your lips touch 
my forehead.
Softly like a whisper.
The say 
see you soon honey.
And the door closes 
Clicking
Almost in a whisper.