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silence comes unsuited
overhauled
I knew he could never stomach
the stillness of morning's
shadow and chamomile tea
his eyes whisper in pretense
carving the sudden shock of
defeat along the outline
of my restless skin
hands lie likewise against
lips I've postured still
unkempt by the hurried brush
of his feint affections
my noiseless fingers trace
the bone worn impositions that
leave brambles between our
spacious sheets
night falls heavily with
the crowd of words that
rage unspeakable behind his
clenched teeth
morning meets me with
the unmistakable silence of
lovers coming undone
the stillness of morning's
shadow and chamomile tea
his eyes whisper in pretense
carving the sudden shock of
defeat along the outline
of my restless skin
hands lie likewise against
lips I've postured still
unkempt by the hurried brush
of his feint affections
my noiseless fingers trace
the bone worn impositions that
leave brambles between our
spacious sheets
night falls heavily with
the crowd of words that
rage unspeakable behind his
clenched teeth
morning meets me with
the unmistakable silence of
lovers coming undone
Anstey on June 27 2008 edit · delete apparently after silence came, it went. 
The shift from S1 to S2, leaves ambiguity as to whether 'his' refers to morning or the un-named lover. In fact, my mind carried the ambiguity.throughout and I'm not sure whether that'sgood or bad.I suppose it partly depends whether that's what you wanted.Is the 'he' throughout a personification of the the morning?
Amanda Baker on June 27 2008 edit · delete what about...
I knew he could never stomach
the stillness of morning's
shadows and chaomile tea.
Mosquitobyte on June 27 2008 edit · delete Some great imagery here Mandi, along with a strong atmosphere which ably hints at the decay of things.
Mos.
Amanda Baker on June 28 2008 edit · delete Well.....you know me, I am full of decay and suffering 
Thank you dear.
