Found a new muse, gonna follow her where ever she leads. Messing around with some haiku, senryu, pseudo-haiku and micro-poems. Need to get back to reading poetry everyday, whether I write that day or not. Anyway . . .
My thumb
parsing the soft parts-
of her peach
Lost, I feel
the trunk of her leg-
this moistness, moss?
The ocean's salty
tongue laps the brown lips
of the beach
fondling her ear
she licks her lips-
starshine
As I decide-
the waves race up the beach
and back down
parsing the soft parts-
of her peach
Lost, I feel
the trunk of her leg-
this moistness, moss?
The ocean's salty
tongue laps the brown lips
of the beach
fondling her ear
she licks her lips-
starshine
As I decide-
the waves race up the beach
and back down
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