the paper filter

residue of my consciousness

Month: January, 2015

Haiku 18 – The Kitchen Sink

Dreams of a past life,
I am taller, we’re lovers,
And your lips, divine.

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Haiku 17 – Bacchus

Grapes, Rain, Farmer sees
Festive seasons down the streets,
Hope for love to spring.

Haiku 16 – Break

Over and over,
When will Aphrodite give
My heart back to me?