Scrolls To Venus
December susurrations mingle
in this lissome isthmus
and our wispy Vespers,
these suspired planets
gossip along misty vistas
of silvery insinuations
and hushed hints.
The fractured lisps
of elusive revelations
curl in the breeze,
a gypsy veil
between shivering lips
in the cusp
of our trysting breaths.
Ascending daystars converse
in this lexis of secrets
and draw us a scroll to Venus
with each breathless ellipsis
between whispers.
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