my hair smells of wood
smoke of your lips lingers could
spark any moment
.
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my hair smells of wood
smoke of your lips lingers could
spark any moment
.
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i want no more
talk
i ache for
space ~ place ~ présence ~
spirits ~ hearts aligned
.
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i’ll paint my new door
storybook red ; on table ,
blue bowl of apples
.
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frenetic flower
frantic~up to discover
other garden gifts
.
haïku
in life, you get what
you focus on ~ so, what
do
you want ? focus that
.
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as constant gardener
i weed thé negative &
grow the positive
.
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bury me high in
the hills so only angels
may tread on my grave
.
haïku
wants to take my green
dress off lay my bare skin down
admiring my bum
.
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silk fabric slip-slides
cloudy-egg white with tulle edge
like warm sheet of oil
.
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woke : profusion of
musky-wild-sleepy kisses
blossomed into day
.
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