…on a salmon colored cloud-embraced by a robin's egg sky-
Cradling secrets of wistful hopes and dreams.
just today…
Venus rests
Whilst the full moon glow
caresses the old, curly willow branches
and strong fingers gently trace circles on bare legs
quivering with the afterglow
Of uninhibited passion
-free of machinations and purpose-
Venus, she looks down and smiles
Transforming yesterday into a thin mist
-and tomorrow into not even a glimmer of anticipation-
And the world disappears
…fades away into a distant memory
under the same heavens
where just moments before
misguided yearnings
-lingered.
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