HOLDING FAST

Night formed a menace of quiet,

an undercurrent of soft movement

on familiar paths, where innocence relinquishes

to the passion of shadows.

 

A half moon catches out voices sighing,

releasing fear under waves of

waiting shorelines.

 

Hands, graceful necks of swans,

the appetite of silence, holds fast

the embrace of desire,

while creating a pure language.

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