Norman F. Santos
Your Silence - An Invitation - Poem by Norman F. Santos
Your hair of synthetic shades and its torrid arcane
That palms its wave to a coaxing fiction
Grating mirth of profuse delight,
Your little hands with polished tips and brazen palms
That surreptitiously throttles its own schmaltz flair
Risqué trance in motion.
Your taciturn footsteps in crowded rooms
That whets all gluttons in yawning vales
Devouring in attrition,
Resounding an empty soul.
Your convicted eyes feinting from establishment
That vicariously stabs with vexation
Piercing the veil of cordial brides,
Your contoured lips slavering the mongrels
That sullies a hedonist in an incisive stance
Inflecting esoteric mesh,
Your sharp tongue dawdling inside a metallic cellar
That spews too much to dismember quixotic words
Titillating desires of carnal carnage,
Your fastidious guise and the hubris of your clad
That tut a sheave of notes of lamentable flux
Whittling away your comporting silence,
Your silence would be left with taut dictates
That yields and gushes inside your diminutive veins
Engaging friction in your brittle bones,
A vying triumph.
Your silence, who would hear them?
Blanching the vacuous skies into an endless poem
Succumbing repose of cumbersome rout,
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