Silent Maidien

In the dead of night
silience became my friend
she spoke not of light
but my desire to sin

blanketed in her lusious words
we sung songs only we heard
bequeath in this utter silence
we danced alone through violence

so beautiful she stood out
speaking in tongues not words
she settle my thoughts of doubt
with gentle songs of birds

by ReverberatingSilence
posted on 11/06/2009