Acrobats and Circus Clowns: Day Twenty-Five

(villanelle)
Just graceful acrobats and circus clowns,  
Loquacious lovers hung in trapeze words,    
Our tongues do dance, our verses sweet go down.    
   
In paddocks gait, the boys in harness pound  
And swish hard tails with every quat incurred,    
Just graceful acrobats and circus clowns.  
   
Our fashion leather tight in phrases bound,  
In high-heeled whip and scrape and stroke reserved,  
Our tongues do dance, our verses sweet go down.  
   
The way we whisper in each other’s sounds,  
Our subtle understated short forms stirred,  
Just graceful acrobats and circus clowns.  
   
And sink our teeth in meaty lines profound,  
To take our fill of offerings proffered,  
Our tongues do dance our verses sweet go down.  
   
Our breathings catch in endings’ voice resound,  
That cry like heating cats in jungles heard.  
Just graceful acrobats and circus clowns,  
Our tongues do dance, our verses sweet go down.  
   
 25/30  
   
Words: 142  
Unique Words: 80  
   
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