Hush, Plain Girls - The Autumns

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