A poet and a model
Slept in one bed
Sheets drenched in fluids
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Haiku-Dear Love
Love, If You’ve got to flee
Leave the door open
That this hollowness may follow you
LOST is PRECIOUS
LOST is PRECIOUS
Grab the pillow
Warmth to borrow
It will be long till I come
Sing a song to fill your hollows
Hold the cat to wipe your sorrows
It will be long till I come
Strap the guitar
Break the strings
Release the tension
Calm your rage
For no woman,
Holds me but you
Drink a glass of water
Take a deep breathe
Close your eyes
See me in magical bliss
Smile
Open your eyes
To biting reality
To chilling cold
For today you’ll know
That LOST is PRECIOUS
Who Are You?
I am the last words of a slain poet
Time To Sow
Beautiful People Good morning,
Its time to begin Sowing
Lest evening find you borrowing
And tomorrow find you mourning
Rocking Maasai
