In the stillness of the morning
Where your breath is stardust-casual
As musky aftermath of the midnight tea
Amongst the grace of constellations oligarchical
Teeth braced against the words
Which might stir the weight of worlds
Unprepared to be struck unperturbed
By stints 'cross their silence stitched gold
Your eyelids, upward, gently billow
Pale fabric hugging the brazened blow
Of the consciousness winding a horizon once hollow
Through rose-petal awnings to unfurl waking windows
Against your gum olibanum suturing the mouth of stereobates
Ascending, from ceiling, blazoned by crime and coffee
Where such stretches seduce the dressers, frame your laughs like Chantilly lace
Inflate my ribs to fix a heart race, in the stillness of the morning
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