A feather ~
from an Angel’s wing ~
Dipped in cardinal ink ~
Scribing ~
perfect verse ~
Across your perfect skin
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A feather ~
from an Angel’s wing ~
Dipped in cardinal ink ~
Scribing ~
perfect verse ~
Across your perfect skin
The heavens hinted ~
a foreboding hue ~
For they knew ~
What was to come ~
The clouds cried ~
A requiem dark ~
And swallowed ~
The grieving Sun
Our moon then crawled ~
Onto its perch ~
To drown ~
in lover’s speak ~
It spied the ones ~
Mislaid as us ~
Robbed by the ~
Winter’s thief
Summer stolen by an Autumn ~
That foreshadows a Winter ~
Who awaits the Spring
#haiku
Gently ~
your words fell ~
upon me like cotton ~
a soft touch ~
gracious soul ~
found me home ~
as I undressed your heart ~
beneath ~
the jealous vanilla sky