"hushlily"
{ part of the 'sundays spent' collection }









There, the tips of their fingers
( prodding the battleship sky




gray, blue, or


an ge ) trees will tell; snow-fallen day
,thine forest is Green
sunlight pristine
her tassels golden lavender
and soapy white
.underbrush hush-hush like the rose in your blush




oh, oh, dear...


it seems our conversation is no longer private, (though no
words can be used against us for they,
were

not


spoken)



She enters silently, padding her tiptoes across the hardwood

cold.hollow.





ss oo uu nn dd ss reverberate
by
ones
and twos
how quickly She closes the curtains
on us just a



little
more time, we (ask, as our hands
diverge to conceal the evidence
)


we will wait for Her (reflection)(noitcelfer) reh rof tiaw lliw ew
to
f
a
d
e



from my love-ly vase of lilies. “Truth or dare?” I inquire.


She does not respond.