Haiku Tranquille
dragonflies hover
lily pads like checkerboards
listen to the fish
dragonflies hover
lily pads like checkerboards
listen to the fish
grapevine our swingset
coy summer breeze blows on by
your silhouette sings
i am always late
but please, do not fret my friend
i will have doughnuts
rubies in roses
diamond encrusted daisies
gilding the lily
dragonfly madness
turn dive work muddafucka
dancing with grandmas
lilies spring from dirt
from primordial nothing
our mother brings life
serendipity
you almost left your notebook
then left me breathless
a breath of fresh air
empty space between fingers
we fit together
as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes
in the field she sways
dress bright, wildflower spray
my muse, she dances
honeysuckle breeze
sunshaft motes flit and shimmer
how gentle this air
two souls side by side
fingers laced breath matched in time
her face is music
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shivers in the sheets
tittilating fingertips
ravish me, darling
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