the whispering time

now is the time
for whispering.
for speaking quietly in the dark.
the rowding crowd boisterous,
laughing, dance and drink
here are the subtle finds.
this is where secret mumbles,
winks, and kisses move.
here in darkness of the open
when hidden dreams go unnoticed.
the inner needs of passing design
twist this-
twist this turning
and make the tongues dance,
carefully.
'tween you and i
furtive questionings
and many guesses go
or seem,
and i, i speak quietly.
for fear and love
and because-
now is the whispering time.