still

still the water
don't breathe, hold back
the breeze from stroking the surface.
still the water
don't let your heart beat
or a sound disturb the silent trees
lest a leaf fall and obscure it all.
lock away the children and hold
all your calls. to the world say
stop and still the water

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stillness is stone, cold
comfort for the soles
as you climb through the night
breeze, up past the moon's full
breast nursing peace
stillness is stone, old
grooves cup your feet
on their ascent towards the lights
of candle-like stars dancing and teasing
like the hem of your skirt
stillness is stone, carvings
in caves emanating in waves
the womb's call to pray

lemmings

at least they know
are sure and secure
of the path to take
the goal to run towards
hurtling like stars
into the arms of infinity
while we amble along
dying accidentally
while crossing the road

another's

whose sin was it
that bore you
into these alabaster arms?
when you bloom
will you shame them
with the scent of it?
or even worse
turn around one day
and see yourself
shame them all
with the truth of it?