Untitled, original poem #11

shh-

sting of silence drips
 down my lips
and chest without rest
over pounding poet heart
pumping surreptitious sin
and sweat to your breast

shhhh- 

just rest
you are blessed
 by my manifest destiny


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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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