Lean Your Heart in Close, A Poem + Collage

Friends, I mustn’t tell you the way,
but lean your heart in close;
I'll cover my whisper.
We’ll play the “Telephone” game.

My words are meaningless,
(I)ndelible (I)cons
spoken in
(I)nvisible (I)nk.

You’ll recognize this fragrance,
but you’ll never get (I)ts name out of me.

Listen for the taste of them.
Listen from the (I)nside.

Breathe with them as they ripen.
And when it's time,
whisper them on.