Hold me at the tip of your tongue
And speak not, intimately
In suspension of that trembling scaffold
Lest it crush our unsaid space
Touch me the right way
And say the wrong nothings
That in ambivalence I may stray
To some mistaken grace
**** me over in your dream,
Lay me out, exposed,
And carry out your shrouded theatre
Recompense for your absence in mine
And gently, in your tangled strings of pathos
Tie me at the cusp of your love
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
Hold me at the tip of your tongue
And speak not, intimately
In suspension of that trembling scaffold
Lest it crush our unsaid space
Touch me the right way
And say the wrong nothings
That in ambivalence I may stray
To some mistaken grace
**** me over in your dream,
Lay me out, exposed,
And carry out your shrouded theatre
Recompense for your absence in mine
And gently, in your tangled strings of pathos
Tie me at the cusp of your love
Hello HePo. New to hello poetry, have been writing poems since 2024 and have gone ahead & posted some. This, Cusp, is my most recent and probably my favorite. Hoping to find lots of poets who write about similar themes (and probably better than me which is good)
And yes, I can't get over myself.
