In Whispers

I want to shout.
I want to scream defiance,
At anyone who would keep me from you.
I have no patience for gentle tact.

I want to look you in the eye.
I want to speak clearly,
Telling you what you mean to me.
I want to declare my love for you.

I want to take you in my arms.
With a firm touch and bold words,
Soul and body both laid bare,
I want to claim you.

And yet, should you desire it,
I would kneel before you,
A supplicant at your feet,
And offer these things to you

In whispers