morning
news...
in between sips of tea
and conversation
with the
fog
the sun is up...
chilly me
by
the brook...
the innocence of a child
playing with daisies
crescent moon
lying on a bed
of soft clouds
contemplation...
listening to the hazy sound
of your being
alone, missing your touches in my poem
missing
you, the train's journey is eons away
Tanka
the night is
ripe
to pen you a song...
the waves are still
and the music shall bind
you closer to my heart
unkempt
the front yard
at dawn
after a fiery night
of ecstasy and romance
into
the night
staring at book-pressed petals
when the moon is full
long after you were gone
to make love to the wolves
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