Kindred Over A Provision’s Crush [16+]

<Calm’s lukewarm streams-of-lights rush>

“Brush” —

Went the rustles of a far-east meadow’s petals;

Near a sunbathed plank's hush,

She touched.

Heed-not of these lusts—

Tickled between breaths, and

Filling every gust;

Settle your mind’s Id, to graze.

Gaze—where love spells face:

Parrying thought's laze.

We, too, dared and dreamt of these velvets:

Our sin’s quilts of plush, gruff-&-hush.

None mingle near-here;

If they so “dare-did”—why do?

Neighbor or voyager; oracle or observer; required or skilled—reassure, and without perversion of its nature.

For this blend could have ne’er sinned.

— Solstice wrote.