It's sand, mud and dirt
but some see the blue beyond
and call it a beach.
She almost forgets.
Summer nights still taste like smoke
and fireflies still dance.
Her room smells of lilies.
There she sits and calls a boy
without her friend's eyes.
Maryn (haikus)
More by star
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Elegy of a Porch
The white tree
Hung down over the churchyard
The churchyard was the porch
The white was from the snow
The grave was the circle
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April
How beautiful!
The way it blooms
red juice dripping from
ripened fruit:
her eyes, black velvet
silver on her nails
a mouth that curls
when it says my name.
What desire! I inhale her mind
-
Pyrite
*lines in italics are from Jane Eyre
Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter?
Because I fear
For the warm skin
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