(i, continually,
in the terseness of
things
seek gentle reminders which
when it comes,
straightforward as a gull,
that i cannot
utter completely,
speak into beating,
about love then i shall
write about it)
say, i shall plant a kiss
in the landscape of your cheek
and gravitate like rain towards
your soul as we are higher
than any hope that in the
reticence of our mouths,
our eyes would gain courage
and converse a secret
nobody knows.
or carve the words onto your bones as they tremble backward when we alone don moonlight and
dance sprightlier than
parting and when it
comes that there is no music,
your breath is the sound
where my movement is born!
our lips shall grow wings
and flutter into the
starless evening and perch
at the boughs
of love aquiver.
the silence promises all of this:
let us go!
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
(i, continually,
in the terseness of
things
seek gentle reminders which
when it comes,
straightforward as a gull,
that i cannot
utter completely,
speak into beating,
about love then i shall
write about it)
say, i shall plant a kiss
in the landscape of your cheek
and gravitate like rain towards
your soul as we are higher
than any hope that in the
reticence of our mouths,
our eyes would gain courage
and converse a secret
nobody knows.
or carve the words onto your bones as they tremble backward when we alone don moonlight and
dance sprightlier than
parting and when it
comes that there is no music,
your breath is the sound
where my movement is born!
our lips shall grow wings
and flutter into the
starless evening and perch
at the boughs
of love aquiver.
the silence promises all of this:
let us go!
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