Perpetual Silence

The shores you docked were my domain
For mine, which once, shaken and uncertain were steadied
at peace and obedient and without shame
My world of yours
My thoughts were yours
Your hand held mine
and we were silent
Spoken words, melodious vocals and moist lips
limited our language of passion.....boundless creativity......and picturesque prose

The shores you docked were my domain
where we met ,melt and felt, in shapeless kin
to tame, mould and trigger the art within
and wash my hands of guilt and of sin
In the "deep"; feathery fins, naked halved moons and twigged cocoons were even ours to reap and to keep

The shores you docked were my domain
where silence cleaved to cold chapped lips.....soundless to weary ears....loquacious to frightened squirrels....and belligerent to "clapping-hips"
It....caught my tongue...motioned my fingers...gripped a pen
and channeled an able heart
As, i blissfully swung on the ropes of abstract art

Now your ship has travelled to other "sures"
To touch, heal and calm shaking knuckles
it was then, i rode the rage of Rumpelstiltskin
when i pricked a finger on his machine



Silence......................................

scurried to a narrow-escape...