Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

April 30, 2009

righteousness

in sleep your hand is
warm and heavy, soft across
my breast; just a dream

in wakefulness, when
your hand's a bullet, it could
punch right through my chest

Mirror haiku: two true but opposite images illuminate one subject.


Posted by delire at April 30, 2009 10:25 AM
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