passion

from dreadful distance
imbue my heart with passion
inspire me to sing

kiss

like a tender breeze
I blow across your midriff
lips brushing your skin

sakura

sakura float down
cradled by the sweet spring breeze
warblers sing my soul

Biking through Ohori Koen during the sakura fall, way back in the day in Fukuoka, Japan (April 1994)

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longing

pretend you are me
sweeping immaculate sighs
feel my shattered breath

secrets

breeze teeming tender
whispering wishful prayer
tickling soft my lips

a lover’s arms

the warmest of sheets
is a futile replacement
for a lover’s arms

the poet

noble yet the heart
pretentious though he may be
craves eternity

morning sun

morning sun ascends
climbing over the wasatch
warmth envelopes me

winter’s end

somber clouds may shroud
this weary winter abode
but the earth revives

the burn

noo the rains hawe ceased
an’ the burn runs rolling on
ower hardest stane

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burn = brook or stream
hawe = have
noo = now
ower = over
stane = stone