Green curtains faint filter light
settle soft on her soft face
subtle part her sweet full lips
gentle rise her chest each breath
little rest her hand in mine
safe she sleeps in my embrace
awake dream I: it is the same
Here is this week's second poem. It is a haiku. Another you ask? Well sure, I've got at least eight more or so after that too. So... put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Drops of water
bathe the Earth.
Fish never notice.