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mouth your lips?  

rm__FORGED_ 51M
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1/19/2014 6:34 am
mouth your lips?

Mouth your lips to words unspoken.
Linger your finger under the untouched tips.
Listen intently for those ethreal consonants
Rest your gaze on the sight unseen.
Lay forlorn in the longing,
And tremble without trouble.

Forsake your worry. 
Toss away the weight.
Leave the blame.
Shrug your shame.
Wash the pain. 
Spend some time to fuel the flame. 

I'll do the same. 

Little trees sway, this night in the wind.
Big trees creak, all along the creek. 
All boxed in by this window pane. 
Through those leaves, whispers are<b> whipped.
</font></b>Burdened by the message, of the answers of the earth.
They were diced and sliced,
As they made their way. 
Brought this night, all the way from the day. 

They mouth their lips to those words unspoken.
Answering the questions, 
Keeping trust unbroken. 
All the while soothing and smoothing the irregularities,
Keeping the calm, like the warmth from a palm. 
"Hold your hand in mine" it says,
While not speaking a sound. 
Littered with glittered dust,
On the edges of periphery.
Not anywhere but here. 
In front,
Beside.
To the side,
And back to the fore. 
You will find warmth,
And remembrance, embraced at your core. 

The moonscsape is clear and the compainionship dear.
No body is near, except the one you fear,
And love,
And cherish,
And see across from you in your mirror.

Mouth your lips to the words unspoken.
Speak to the littered glittered dust,
On the edges of your periphery.
Reminisce the sight unseen.
Listen for those ethreal consonants,
That come sliced and diced,
Among the creaks and groans. 
They tell you of you
And all about them. 
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