Unspoken Syllables

You dust a little sparkle on your freckled face
Brush a coat of bliss
Palpitations -hoping to amaze
Hoping to be the tie’s koumiss

You cripple with every tear
Smile with every chime
You treasure the eyes that speared
Your soul- a blessed crime

You stroll through orchards
Of ripened dreams
Excavating thy vein
You stage shades of tattered wings
To please the fastidious mane

You stare at the stretched welkin
Scribbling the effulgence in thought
You ponder as you whimper
Clasped palms at God above
You doubt your enamoured essence
You desert thyself in daze
You clog your arms in assorted feather
Wishing to seep through pleasure – whilst in between his arms you cage

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