"Suggestion" A Poem by V.G. Grace

Hot breath enters my mouth,

brushes across lips,

and joins in entanglement

with my power;


matching pain for pain,

sorrow for sorrow;

exchanging bitter remembrance

for new beginnings.

  
There is nothing that has been said,

as there has been everything 

  
expressed,

softly uttered,

in the irregular thumping

of two irregular hearts

spectacularly conjoined.



In an evening missing moonlight -

I whisper.


In the stillness of the seconds,

I proclaim,

"Here I am."


In the evening missing moonlight,

amidst the thickness of the air,

a voice replies with gentle certainty -

"You're mine."