us

a distant thought

of you

peeked through

the haze of ether,

us, years ago

or a lifetime, maybe two,

they all run together

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gravity

floating in darkness

praying for a wave

to reflect

and

be reflected

fighting the tug

of gravity


tango

we tango
in rhythm
and exotic arousal
entwined, flowing
as calligraphy


painted

she, the butterfly

i, the moth

yearning, to be painted


fear

scaling the edge

mountain of fear

never looking down


storm

she entered his eyes

through a ripping tide

and was lost

letting go

embracing the storm


angels (haiku)

upon the mountain

angels undulating

a burning bush