terça-feira, 29 de maio de 2012

The Speech Paradox

Lips sealed when a mind's bursting apart,
Blooming in cheery-scented dewdrops;

The midnight of the soul approaches
And we hoard jazz jams and jousts
Juggling thoughts in intimate indecency,
To avoid forming the icy crust of


Then lips apart; no more mysteries,
No more dallying.
let it come out as we carefully
Literal living levees
That forever conserve
True meaning.