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sunday morning haiku

ByKymberlee

softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!

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seeing your name in my journal just now takes me back to that first day your eyes on me as i slurped the chai like a cat me feeling shy because we had made love under the stars and here we were in the daylight learning about each other (toes in the water after a…

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morning haiku in a new home

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fierce wind dances with wetness warm coffee on tongue, a jet pushes through the sky

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His Futile War

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His Futile War He and she The space between Push Pull Plunder Pillage Penetrate– Her earth Her womb Her mystery. She will not be contained. She engulfs– like the ocean or quicksand. She envelopes– like a carpet of sky or hot lava. She is volcanic mystery overflowing. He tries to contain the uncontainable.