Poem: Sees Venus, Brief

 

Sees Venus, Brief

 

the night didn’t breathe,

save for a shy peek

from a tight-lipped frisson.

 

and yet that one glimpse,

stark in the cold silver-black,

it swung a sigh

 

up into a nebula,

 

and whirled so much glee

through hunkering outposts

they never thought to possess.

 

it were as if the lips

of a desperate young romantic

 struggled

 

and yet then broke free,

magical to sing,

out of nowhere--

 

to stir repressive eons

numb and pummeled,

never before given a chance.

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