Showing posts with label Whispers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whispers. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

whispers



if only
they all were nuzzles
on the neck,
sweet nothings
at the lobe and ridge—

that none
were the black tar kind/unkind
to speaker
and hearer both—
like virus
from the vector’s mouth

if only
the cure could spread
as fast as the disease.

up to you and me?


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner