Speak To Me In Whispers

Speak to me in Whispers My weakness is magnetic Attracted to the metal in your spine My creative spark Ignited by the fire in your mind The hunger I have for learning Is fed with the manna you bestow The vessel of my longing Is bound to the ore that you row So speak to me in whispers Never let the volume rise above The soft sweetness that's between us To break the fragile bubble of our love.