reveal

did i reveal
too soon,
when whispered words
unto the moon?
was i out of turn,
when confessed
my breast did burn?
promethean fire
you lit in me;
your whisper stopped
the cacophony
of voices
droning in negation.
tried to hold
the word at bay,
when time was
longer spent.
save it for
another day,
not to wonder
if words were meant.
i could hold
my voice no more,
for fear you leave
my somber shore,
and i awake
and you no more,
my sweet lenore
to ever mourn.

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