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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Hush

I wanted to be your and you wanted to be my
A moment held tightly between us

So we suspended a high wire
Tied with a gordian knot

Minds razzle-dazzled by the spotlight
Obscuring the dark hush of words willfully mislaid

Ignoring frays between the lines
Truths plummet unnoticed

Don’t look down

We pretended you can build love on lies
A tightrope walker without a net

Unraveling
Love trips on her own lines

Falling hushed by voiceless obscenities
She screams through the empty spaces

...

I saw her yesterday, undiminished despite the tender bruises
Cross-legged on the stage restitching my heart

Eyes cutting defiant before a silent ovation
Love bowed

Don’t look back

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