Murmured words
Conjure dreams of forms
Hovering
Like drones
Or doves
nesting in rafters of churches
Burnt by inhuman
Confused sensibilities.
Cooing of love
The couple
Never born
An agape of ecstasy
Fruit never eaten
The tree
flowering in the mind
Evoked
From the whispered locution
Of sounds
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Author:
alan b (
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