Haiku Facétieux
I, poetaster,
guarantee waggish intent;
facetious, ne’er glib
I, poetaster,
guarantee waggish intent;
facetious, ne’er glib
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
wander with me dear
fingers laced in bated breath
burning with passion
brass bell ensemble
brazen beauty swing stepping
dance with me darling
land of milk and honey
indian paintbrushed meadow
beautiful Utah
the tin man is cold
we walk this yellow brick road
what do you search for
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