We whispered.
Our words were like demons
scratching their balls.

I've chosen to attack your religion.
Your stated point of view.

Why is it different from mine?

We stopped whispering.
We stopped talking.

Instead we let our
body language 
do the communicating.

As we sat separate and together,
I realized that every whisper
was an echoe of another whisper
spoken by other
people looking at one
another
through a horoscope .