

Mask a howling
behind a curtain
tattered together letters
embroidered pieces of paper.
Pray for a taste of vanilla.
Brush her hair back into a braid
revive the smooth bump
imagine her shoulders
finger her firm even skin.
For a pair of fireflies
moonlighting days
light a room full of candles
kiss her eyes gently
watch them squint awake.
You have masked your howling perfectly behind this thin veil of words.
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Oh, the last stanza of this is utterly beautiful. Great job, Cocoyea.
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