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Fragile Lace


Storm churning

Fever burning,

Head aches,

Wide awake. 


Stop, fall, pound, twitch, 

flush, blush, shudder. 

Cold sweat chills, 

the fire’s climbing

(I’m unwinding.)

Climbing higher still.

(It’s the fire still.)


Sun streams in, 

Lifts dust like smoke.

Gentle strokes,

fragile lace,

head to hip, 

Sin erased,

to leisure days. 


Sun streams in, 

Lifts dust like smoke.

Gentle strokes,

fragile lace,

head to hip, 

Sin erased. 


Twigs snap, cans fall. 

Nothing stays still.

Softness comes to rest, 

It’s not a test, 

Baby, hush now. 

(Hush. Hush.)

There’s peace now. 

(Only peace.)


Stop, fall, pound, twitch, 

flush, blush, shudder. 

Cold sweat chills, 

the fire’s climbing

(I’m unwinding.)

Climbing higher still.

(It’s the fire still.)

Winds die down. 


Rest now.

(No sound around)

Baby, hush now. 

(Just hush.)

There’s peace now. 

(Only peace.)



(C) 2024 BMI. 

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