Mistress of Emptiness…

Mistress of Emptiness...

Mistress of emptiness,
Scented with lush uncertainty.
Tacit receptiveness,
Cloaked in subtle apathy.
Words unspoken are closer than they appear,
Lost sentiments closer still.

Embers slowly subside into
Walls dulled by shadowy gazes
Too tired to frolick to the
Pace of disjointed mazurkas.

The lips tremble slowly at the
Piquant savor of soft cherries
Saturated with the dense nectar of
Suppressed desire

(As they are wont to do)

Until what remains

Unsaid

Embalms
The hope of this, our final night of
Gratuitous liaison…
Don’t weep until sunrise, love.
Preserve your honeyed silk for
Future embraces in another room,
In another world,

Where secrets will neither hear nor see.

Art: “Room in New York”
Edward Hopper

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