Watchers

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Hush, little one
The angels are stirring
We dare not disturb

Quiet, so quiet
Your lips, like a mimic
Move slow without sound

Echoic against these divisions convulsing
We channel our voice through our veins and their pulsing
The blaze of our blood making love like elixir
Distilled under starlight–a Circean mixture

Silent, my darling
The angels are watching
We mustn’t be seen

Quiet, so quiet
Your eyes, like a riot
Invading my soul

Volar embraces as traced on the planes
Of the angles we taste through this deluge of rain
The blaze of our blood making love like elixir
A fugitive cry from celestial borders