8:42 pm
by John Trent
Silky, sultry, sweet,
Drifts the scent of jasmine
Upon the warmth of still Southern air
Playing hide and seek,
Through leaves of pine
Venus lights upon a darkened edge
Eternal and blue,
Fades summer’s lingering light
Black wings dart and dance the late dusk
So ancient and rhythmic,
A love song is sung
As eyes of the divine return my gaze
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