Wednesday, July 29, 2009

There are Sakura


In she walks
at quarter past nine,
late again.


Her red dress
in the right places
Oh so tight.

on her lips
a lit cigarette
and a smile

She orders
a Scotch on the rocks,
nothing more.

from my glass
the tinkle of ice
and Bourbon

Her soft lips
brush against my cheek,
the smell of Chanel

Her soft voice
the music of the spheres
to my ears

falling tears
and a soft low sigh,
an ill omen

as I drink
in the deep twilight
I can see
there are Sakura
falling in the breeze.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Summer heat

Summer heat
in early morning
starts my day.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Do I dream

Do I dream
naugth but emptiness,
rising smoke

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Rising smoke


Rising smoke
from her cigarette,
an ill omen.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Listen to


listen to
naught but emptiness
and silence.


Monday, July 13, 2009

Falling tears


falling tears
the pulse of her heart
memories

Friday, July 10, 2009

Sakura


Sakura
falling in the breeze.
Life goes on

Thursday, July 09, 2009

In the dark


in the dark
a single candle
lights the way

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Smell of salt


smell of salt
sand between my toes
sound of waves.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Soft moonlight

Under soft moonlight
she walked across the garden
and into the woods

Monday, July 06, 2009

taste of salt


taste of salt
shooting tequila
sting of lime.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

dawn


dawn comes
bringing summer heat,
yellow sun