Love
rhythms
That
barbeque pit is where it all began
coy looks exchanged
accidentally hands touched
placing briquettes
in the granite silence
A
generational gap, drawn by
magnetic
force
night favoured their liaison
darkened like drapes drawn
escalating passions enabled
To
quieten the interminable discourses in mind
leaned across and kissed
sensation never experienced
self-realization dawning
it was meant to be
Would
have to deal with the consequences
reproach, shame, ostracised
being different
breaking from traditional
unsettling puritans
Love
is not prescriptive
So,
who the blazes care for the high priests of haute monde?
Calming
strategy
The
sun shifts as the day
grows
old
bleached
grey skies
replacing
the blues
In
the mind, there's
a
jumble of thoughts
Unknotting
keeps me preoccupied
And
once they fit into the whole
Mind
is calmed
Soul
takes a breather
Turbulence
stops
Now
I have learned to relax
after
the day is gone
The
moon takes over
cocooning
me in
its
gold-spun warmth
peace
subscribed
Senryu
1.
pitted
black olives
diseased
alveoli sacs
smokers
damnation
2.
singled
out always
peanut
butter on white bread
school
lunchroom gossip
3.
Lady
in a mink coat
champion
of haute couture
suckling
infant weaned off
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