Hush

Embers of passion seem to linger Like delicate soft-feathered strokes Pounding on heart drums Relentless, unforgiving Through blustering waters, As our ships collide, blasted into Greek infernos, colors bright Our covalence perfected screams, projected through Cloud-hushed pillows of egg-shell white Slaves we are to Neanderthal cravings, until the Nebula-erupted beast is self-contained, In blissfulness, now powerless Gazing into pools of rapture. As Gods pour liquid sunshine through silk-whispery screens of afternoon's delight