Four Cinquains

(soothing balm)

light rain
last midnight’s tears
now forgotten in mind
for they’re softly kissed in morn’s light
healed soul


(over morning coffee)

as yet so new
become familiar
these meetings of scorched and shared skins
but how


(waves of mauve)

rouged lips
marked for new prey
pursue to fill intents
forward walking, trailing a scent
I chase



the wait
almost painful
as she gently offers
her curved back, bending before me
I climb

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