Bones
Bones betray your perfect skin
your grey-green eyes,
your secret smile –
always beneath the smile
behind the eyes
always I see the bones.
Moments of tenderness
moments of hope
somehow entangle me,
though I know this universe
must end, and these soft arms
hide only bones.
I throw these words down
to be consumed –
no sonnet will speak my love,
only my sweet desire remains
while it lives in your eyes
and in your bones.
Michael Warren
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Silentium
Withdraw, be silent and conceal
The dreams you hold and what you feel.
Within your soul in stillness let
Your inner visions
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