Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Nuff Said

Some things are better left un-

...You shush me
With a Judas kiss
Chaste lips that press into the void

Words that I could have employed
Crash redundantly into each other
Colliding atoms
Invisible under your microscopic gaze

Some things
Like unplayed rhythms on a tightened drum
Burning fingers
And held tongues
Swallowed vowels
Duct-taped mouths

Something's here
Right here
That you don't want to seep through
An accusation magnified by its absence

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