Quiet

let yourself be
in the white room
jostling
you know it will stay
in your kissed mouth
the taste of time
you know what to shut up
in the veiled mouth
is to let die
again
think lightly
walking over me
to fill with footprints
the wrinkles and folds
of the body that is legend
conclusion of myth
I can't have it
I can only contain
the silence that transmutes
in scream.