Voces Intimae II
your mysteries unfold
with each turn
into the hidden realm
deep within us
each rotation of your
mien yields more
of the silent unknown
behind the veil of desire
waiting in the space
of a breath between us
none know who we are
as we drift in the
salmon sky whispering
secrets into the rush
of wind between us
David Sermersheim
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