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| Proposal by Gideon O. Burton One word slow ripens, opens on her lips
Twice stirred by kisses, silenced, pursed, The current aches in her, she tastes she sips, Demure to savor silence, let him first Unwind her gaze, distill to language white And fine as pearls or milk one drop one word Resigns her will and still he waits and weights The time with heavy hope, he moves toward The, oh, so simple syllables, he breathes To stow the courage, births the thought in flesh "And so–" "Don't speak, I know," say eyes and seethes And flows their minute, minds, and hands to mesh Combine, contract, renew, awake, confess: One word she urges, sudden, quiet: yes. Feel free to copy or distribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgement of authorship |