Tryst

The sound of your voice stirs
The singing strings
Of a clandestine love affair
In the eaves of darkness
We meet palm-to-palm
And whisper of many tomorrows
Each more brilliant than the last
Jewels spilling between us
Like endless possibilities

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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