Monday, November 28, 2011

BASHO-ESQUE باشو وار

A kiss of iris
on your finger
cut lavender
In the wind
flying to lover.
You bring the moon down
to the dawn
And dawn delivers
The morning.
I wait in my crystal tears
Until you tear the curtain
To become high noon.
Morning iris is set in love.
Is the moon still around?

nov 28

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