Sotto voce
Am I too intimate for you?
Is that an outrage that insults you?
Let me lower then my whispers
to be even more inaudible
except for your ears only,
and allow my touch
to soften even unto mere vibrations
unperceivable except for your soul only
in the finest harmonies conceivable
that can be heard in silence only
in the voice of only purest love.
Thus maybe I may touch and love you
without ever hurting you
or trespassing too closely on your soul,
too well aware of the extremest sensitivity
that only the supremest truest love is made of.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-07-22 at 09:27
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