Quotidian things

In the hush
of candle light
I breath
in your eyes
holding your hand


Rainy morning
drinking tea
we sit
warm and dry


I dream
of a river
willows caress
the flow
of the water


Silver moonlight
gathers closely in a pond
provoking metaphors


muffle your disgust
otherwise will ebb and flow
into your heart


I creep along
a passage
shadows follow
muffled footsteps
in time with mine


On fire
he touches her
passion inundates


back yards
tracks behind


I stepped
onto the train
I’d lose
my train of thought


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