some things I have been idling on

[echoes_s]

What if I die before I get a chance to breathe?
feel the wind caress laughter
just before it leaves
my lips, to taste freedom
on a raindrop
or warm tease
of fresh sun.

What if I die before I get a chance to breathe?
Confined within
a hermit's castle of idle dreams,
phobic of faint love
to scarce disease,
a meandering patched heart
abandoned amongst
confused density.
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Who is he?

He writes

he who whispers
longing into dream,
introducing himself
into my self -solitary
unreason.

Who is he?

Sending perceptual flares
to converge sense
and being,
craft memory
without meeting

Connection

gently pulling
sheets,
soft awaken
as fog weakens
against tree sways

Who is he?

for JZ if you are reading....
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...and out of that came a short haiku sort of poem

softness stirs
under tree sway
dense fog weakens
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can't really put them in suddenly passion thread or construction thread

hi