Whispers Are Gone
In perfect storm
we two
dance alone
dust is settled in, roots gave in
saturated messages thrown into
the wicked hearth of howling
immature screen
madness can’t you believe
don’t deceive, admit and receive
forgive, let them loose
in dying light choose
starlight barges, lean in
worn out kisses
taped on fragile cauterized sin
let it quietly summon, let’s begin
fly into …
