Haiku # 679

A day for listening…
in the pine trees
the blowing wind

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Brume matinal
ma vie semble comme un rêve
qui n’a jamais été

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Tous les mondes possibles
fondus
dans notre baiser

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All the possible worlds
melted
in our kiss

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Beyond the grave
all I’ll take with me
is a ribbon of her scent

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Rien pour t’offrir
sauf mon cœur
au bout de la nuit

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I looked into the darkness
and I saw your face…
moon in the sky

Free Verse # 446 (the region of my heart)

Love is the shortest distance between two hearts.

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Dark brown
her eyes take me back
to the forest
I went into
and never came back –

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Floating on the night air
the smell of jasmine
and orange blossoms
reminds me of her hair,
the way the light glides
along its waving curls,
the way, when I touched it,
I felt a lock open
in the region of my heart.

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All the kisses
that clang to her skin
flowered in the moonlight
as I undressed her,
silently, slowly,
my gray beard
into her softness pressing
line after line
of poetry.

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Touching her is a process; its name is poetry.

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Each year runs
a little faster
since the day I saw
my first white hair

Each year runs
to find my heart
a little quieter
as autumn comes

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For the poems to come
I close my eyes and imagine
her face

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Unlabeled
this pulse tying
my heart and hers

Free Verse # 445 (a lonely cabin)

She hated the camera
yet when I photographed her
with poetry’s lens
she looked into my eyes
asking me to bare her
a little more, a little deeper,
to photograph her soul.

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When I touch you
my heart is still,
like a star being reborn
into the vastness of the sky.

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Her light is nourishment for my soul.

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Dawn
on the still breeze
I feel a window
open between our hearts

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A lonely cabin in a lost wood,
fire in the chimney,
empty bottles of wine,
his voice reading
as her head rises and falls
to the heave of his chest
while his arm surrounds her,
the falling night outside
hiding them
from the eyes of the world.

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Her perfume of choice –
all that touches her skin
burns with the poetry
of his touch