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tremor

in candlelight, his shape defies still form.
warmth taps dormant tongues into fleeing words
extending withheld emotion.
trembling in fabric-kissed skin,
he held the artist’s hands to find stability in his touch.

uncertain whispers beg the question.
heavy head flickering against his chest,
he folds under his own stillness.

hun

call me hun one more time
and I’ll show you how sweet I can be
now would you just listen to me

I’ve got a sweet head you say
a prize never to be won
so where’s the fun

it’s in my actions
sometimes surprisingly more than my words
which have yet to be heard

so call me hun one more time
and then you’ll see
just how sweet I can be