Sunday, March 05, 2006

Haibun - En Passant

En Passant

All night it has rained and today, the sky
takes on a delicate blueness. There is a
freshness in the just-washed breeze.
You wait for me by the gate to your loft -
my pink ballet slippers soundless against
the cobblestones.
We embrace and I close my eyes, pressing
my lips against your neck, the clean, distinct
scent of you - cucumber and wheat.
You open the gate to the scent of white lilacs
in full bloom - lush, dripping petals reminding
me of snow and clouds.

brushing my hair -
our shadows touch

in passing