Four Haikus

a rose bud pulses
beneath my fingertips’ touch
I wake into this room
years have passed us by
yet still I long for your kiss
you are so far away
today I will travel
through airports’ vague difference
‘til you become flesh
petals draped in dew
the rose opens to the sun
I kiss your wet lips
(February 2013)

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