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 . . .