September 4, 2012
Smoke dreams.


We speak our dreams

In moments of intimacy

Our souls meet

        they sing

        they dance

The smoke drifts


the orange blossom haze

The moment’s gone.

We move on the morning tide

Swiftly…embrace the earth.

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