In response to my anger at love

Dripping dropping kindness
passing fingers along wet trails
where I like to put
my shushing lips

Peace be to your protestation
to your lamentation
peace be to your pride

What have we to deal with the
helter skelter
and the writhing disappointment
but ourselves?

linger here, linger there
only if you let it linger
Shush it until it's sloppy
and warm and wet

Shush it until it stops
its mad angerness
until it falls sleepy
into your welcome arms.

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