Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Poetry: Hush

There is an art to stillness
That we seem to have lost
Somewhere on the road
Somewhere in the rush of traffic
Within the maze of highways
All leading to the same place
I remember quiet mornings
Tangled with a lover
Her finger on my lips
Her voice with its slight husky timbre
Her fingers sliding across my face
"Be still."
Her form melding to mine
There is an art to stillness

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