Hush

HUSH

 hush . . .

the touch has broken tips

it looses what in unfeigned hours

thirsted for luxuriant flowers

lingering in tumescent air

immaculate the time we share--

so no more of your luring lips

just hush . . .

concupiscence entombed in need

the bones I break to satisfy

we born to wing are damned to fly

while soulless, starless in the dust

impossible suns ignite, combust

so none of this; we are agreed

now hush . . .

a moment locked in diary

the pillars of our fevered minds

like curls of hair unwave, unwind

in one-two-three the braided guilt

unfastens while the seconds tilt

so know me now, your devotee

and hush . . .

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