Don’t think there’s not anything left
I touch you now and still
There is
For I hear weekend giggles
I see the toys of us
I taste pink bubblegum ice cream
I smell farm and city musings
I intuit us
Tag Archives: Senses
Beyond: A Haiku
Cinnamon billows
Morning’s first roar, for I hope
To awaken him
Thanking Her Senses
The furnace having done its job
Basks now, contentedly
The boy asleep at daybreak’s glow
Breathes rhythmic, calming me
The feline drowned in blanket rolls
Purrs more, despite her cool
The dawn as pleased as she can be
Sits smiling, rosy fool
Reason: Another Haiku
As if an aura
Occludes all of the senses
And feeds a sad soul
Oceano: A Haiku
Sky’s every intent
You touch, see, taste, hear, smell, know…
Don’t pretend you don’t
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