If Friday were my /
lover, I’d stroke her evening /
and steady her night.
If Friday were my /
lover, I’d stroke her evening /
and steady her night.
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If Thursday were my /
lover, I’d embrace her stars /
with my empty eyes.
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If Wednesday were my /
lover, I’d carry her dew /
on my lips as hope.
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If Tuesday were my /
lover, I’d breathe deep its scents, /
imbibing moments.
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If Monday were my /
lover, I’d caress its clouds /
and dabble in light.
[Writer’s note: This is the first in a series of haiku involving the days of week. It may work out; it may only work out somewhat; it may not work out at all. Only way to find out and read them as they appear and decide.]
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Bones along the road /
speak of Passion’s empty end. /
Still, I long for you.
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Love puts forth a leaf. /
In my garden of desire /
the snake has purpose.
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All embracing — /
flowers, raindrops, light gone wild — /
wonder fills the day.
Ideology /
will save the world from itself /
and such is its shame.
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