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haiku, written for a friend who is now half a world away. |
| The way your name rolls o'er my tongue, a pull of wine on a dark, cold night. That April day, love, your eyes matched the grey of the clouds, and I noticed. An old hotel in Carcassone. An empty wine bottle. We're in love. A sudden rain pours over a hot summer earth and you smile at me. In night's dark sea, when the waves overwhelm you, I will be your anchor. I remember when you and I would sway, like trees in the autumn wind. |