02 Mar

Meet me in silence
Free from the noise of the moon
The unrequited lust for spring
Hold me without need for growth
or the raucous call of the starling
You will find the empty nest
Vacancy allows for new mergers
Even if we disassemble a fierce display
Play upon pleasured strings
Trace, finger, delicate chords
Private notes, sensual, thrilling,
They only lead us back
To silence
Yes, solitude, 
Orphaned of necessity
Accept it without incessant inquiry
The soft little off-switch
At the excitatory root. Stop.
Let’s meet there


© –Limericist 2010

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