I love the way your lips lay words
like feathers on the edge of air.
Such eloquence enchants my ear.
With every breath your sound becomes my song.
I sing along,
following the conversation’s curve
long miles to your mouth,
faltering on the foothills of a kiss,
when this
obsession for an orator
names the night as narrator
in the tale of two whose hearts are one,
lying naked together,
undone
in a void vernacular vacates
and enunciation emigrates,
certifying space for tongues to taste
the silent grace
of starlight on silk skin.
(c) Stuart Higginson 1.11.09
Adding your comment:
This is an elegant and tender journey you've led your readers on, Stuart. Your use of language is subtle, while your metaphors are crisp and delightful. Indeed, our obsession with the written and spoken word is immeasurable, as is our desire to strive ever onward, pursuing the path that whispers our names so softly, so assuredly. Thank you for entering my contest, my Friend. Good luck, Sweetie. 
Will be pointing my mouse in your direction very soon, and am sure to be enthralled once again 
ya All~Ways,
