Angelic Silk Tongues
Your ear to the door
your eye to the keyhole
I know of your adolescent-like
curiosity to words left
open on to the air
like curling narcotic smoke
or phantom cat tails
in sunbeams
This isn't for you
My words are not for your hearing
I will hide them
bury my tongue in my lover's mouth
so it don't speak
He has no plans for a revolution
because I hate the world for him
to filter out that sin for him
so he may continue to have his halo
where mine turned to brass anyway
and where you over shadow my aura
like an eclipse