slowly we wake

hair, short, tucked behind your ears.
while you lie next to me, I dream of us walking through empty French streets,
hands clasped and sun setting, evening heat on our necks.
morning comes and slowly we wake.

up, up, up

soft feet, soft light

Some times the wind cuts through here,
other times it refrains, hides away, embarrassed.
Right now it's in recluse, shy.

Komorebi 木漏れ日

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Trying out new sequencing for a book.