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Poetry Drafts / 18 December 2022

The Cunning Language

Lips on lips of softest sweetness
all day of every day the red painted face,
dainty strawberry curves,
speak to me in untravelled tongues;
desire on fire for pale lips to touch
and a tongue to speak of flicking
the switch; but I don’t speak
the cunning language.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.