the silence between the seconds

two parts

 

 

[ she ]            Remembers syllables once flow’d from

somewhere inner…

less inner thigh

more like…Deeper

meaning.

 

Scratchy throat can’t confess,

Without coughing conundrums. It’s easy

To blame sand storms,

But lesson unlearned’s

The one

That caught

a tongue.

 

Fingers rest from weaving

softly waving

Rhythmic blankets of

Words.

 

 

 

[ She ] Had to catch her breath for a minute.

            ‘twas stolen by a dashing prince,

            piercing eyes and a steady hand.

            She had to catch her breath because he stole it;

            He gave her his heart in its stead.

            The End..