Hush, Plain Girls

Hush
Plain girls decry
The white queens of night
Slip their hearts to the wind
Redolence swept
Out to the sea
The lovestricken sink and sleep
Grail overflows
Mantled with rose
Her frigid grace takes your place
Death sips the night
In dead lipped delight
Drunk on the tasteless trace
Bliss on the fair
Gathering air
It’s not the end
Slow
Pale hearted pluse
Thundering low
Slumbering fulsome and ripe
Bursts from her wrists
Slender, unkissed
Snow drifts in virgin white
A kiss on the hem
It’s not the end
It’s not the end
Thrown
Into throws
Ankles twist
In the tide’s winding flight
Windblown smiles
Bite their lips