The longer I seal my lips
The more sour it becomes
This metallic silence
…
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The longer I seal my lips
The more sour it becomes
This metallic silence
…
Chasing more sunsets
forward, forward, ever on:
both the world and he
I turn your chair to face me
Press you into the back
Collapse onto you
In a trusting embrace
Breathing deeply, your cotton shirt
Feels so soft against my cheek
Smelling of safe comfort
And stable familiarity
…
Today the nervous vibrations
Slow a little
Calm a little
…
Morning brought no change;
with burning scents on the wind
routine drives forward
The haunting persists:
I carry on ignoring
its calls for reset
(Follow up to Senryū 2025.03.27)
Another sleep comes soon
hoping morning brings waking
changed or not at all
(Followed by Senryū 2025.03.28 #1, #2)
Friend departs again
Happily, I see more joy
In second crossing
My friend was sparkling
Yesterday morning as we talked
Over coffee, side by side
One day before he was to set out again
Watching him shimmer
For one simple hour of warm comfort
He gleamed in a way that told me
His world was so very right
That chilly spring morning
…
One hand presenting to the gaze
Tracing careful teases
The other partially concealed
Buried in secrets…
Sometimes
No, often
The words come of their own accord
Unsummoned
But still so welcome
I give them a home
A nest to rest in
…