drain the spice into the darkest veins
Tag: poem
beneath a fake tree a commune of fake smiles
the mood struggles to keep afloat cold noon
rainfall this body wakes again
slips a hand into the past last day of spring
blurring the line between haiku and sighs
cold air dawn none to witness our peace
from muddy depths turtle fins slap the water
a wave jumps the wall into pale arms
bodies reverberate dockside in the rain
