Haiku Vivant
spices, herbs, spirits //
isn’t life sensational? //
it all comes from dirt //
spices, herbs, spirits //
isn’t life sensational? //
it all comes from dirt //
that moment between //
“i like you” and “i love you” //
our fingers linger //
feeling somewhat scared //
being my own whole person //
eyes intent on joy //
do people question //
when a flower will blossom? //
believe in yourself //
velvet petals waft //
morning sunbeam’s sweet caress //
your lips touching mine //
glitter of water //
diamonds that we are drawn to //
oasis, your eyes //
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