Sees Venus, Brief
the night didn’t breathe,
save for a shy peek
from an owlet's frisson,
and yet that one sensation,
stark in the cold silver-black,
swung a sigh
off into faraway nebulas,
whirling so much glee
through those hunkering outposts of stars
they never thought to possess.
it were as if the lips of a desperate young romantic
trembled
magical to sing,
and out of nowhere,
to stir numb, repressed eons
so-long neglected and darkened,
never before given a chance.
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