Whisper to Me

                                           Whispering Jack Smith

                                                   1898 - 1950             

                                           

Whisper to me, elegantly,

 under five o' clock shadows,

hidden from sultry afternoons,

 at duel with the AC unit. 

Work is done,

 dinnertime is near,

but whisper first to me 

 of New Money and Lost Youth.

Where wouldst they be?

 Newport? The Hamptons?

Provincetown? All those?

 Did you know?

Would She, in the cool moonlight,

 raise her hand for your kuss,

her smile electric,

 her big, dark eyes a houri's? 

Would you whisper to Her,

 quiet, velvety and low,

in a voice rolling deep

 as a mustard gas cloud?

 

When the moon descendeth

 would you feel, in parting,

the brisk, smooooth brush of her lips

 as the melody lingered on?

 

Well, it's a five-thirty o'clock World

 and whispering is done (for now), so

nearly a hundred blazing summers later

 it's again a giggling divinity's turn.

Whisper to me, eternally,

 under five o' clock shadows,

safe from sultry afternoons,

 at duel with the AC unit.

DB/5.2022

 

Music: 'To Be In Love' by Whispering Jack Smith