With the twilight breeze,
Burning fragrance of her breath,
Waft slowly to me.
#incense
With the twilight breeze,
Burning fragrance of her breath,
Waft slowly to me.
#incense
The winds have
Blown time away.
#sixwords
Its strange,
Its wonderful —
This ache.
Six words.
Last night,
I lay awake,
Desolate cold and lost,
My heart and mind ablaze with want
For you
A moth
Knows not the least,
If its love, or a flame —
if it’s compulsion or his own
Choice.
#cinquain