Weeping Expressions

My name parts, caresses her lips in a way that feels like a kiss upon her own mouth

Pursuing words originate in a place, neighboring secrets unfamiliar to the light of day

A beckoning finger awakens passions, sparks a flame that was but a smoldering idea

Erratic breaths carry sounds of a whimper with aspirations of becoming a scream

Her sobriquet too, is whispered, then dipped back into her sweet weeping expression

Our lips, firmly pressed together, my thoughts shrouded in her strawberry bouquet

Nearing the crescendo and at the height of her barely upright and trembling posture…

Again, I hear her… whispering my name, but in a way unlike she has ever done before

…to be continued