Poem – “Her Lonely Pride” – Romanticism – 5/28/2021

Naked upon the lips,
A hush for a child’s mouth.
Though with a kiss,
There is solitude, in the dark.
There is reservation for the shelf
Where history repeats itself
In blanketing white.

Her heart, a diamond,
Though flawed.
With edges, to the perfect cut
For her skin
Made into the great unfolding
Of a thousand more
Delicate imaginings,
Behind the wire –

Behind the connection,
For misery’s resurrection.
All so abhorrent,
While pain still glimmers
Upon lips that are silent
To a lover’s chastisement.

Glue the limbs together,
Keep fire from burning itself,
Attempt to see the rapids
Running from the mirror
To her lap.

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