Merely Hesitant
It is somewhere between the stars
And the oceanic enterprise.
Shotgun shambles disseminate
As the cracks echo the night.
I love them as I swallow,
Cocked and unbroken.
There is a pungency in the urge
To answer a question
Held in the crosshairs.
Steady, I am supine
Before I knew what spiked me.
A kiss marks the asking
And a stunned silence
Breaks the noise.
Clowns mimicked us and we were
Peeping Toms staring at a corridor
Overlooked by meadows.
A swallow still sings
As whispers laugh at the wind.
Some gorgeous language, here, Darren. This seems quite long way down the road of self-confidence in these calisthenics. Now, perhaps, you can go back and begin to ask questions of context. Who is speaking? Where is the speaker? What are some of the circumstances surrounding this utterance?
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