So sure it shows

The fact that February
is so bitter means
little to me tonight,
you are warmth
and this Monday
is so cold.

Whiskey does not help
and that is obvious,
but then my eyes
caught yours,

I am captivated
by you, but then
February is so cold.

@ @

© Oisin

For she knows.

Emptied

If,
in your memory
the thought of my touch
no longer reminds your
skin of me,
then throw me to the wind
so whatever is left of me
leaves your heart and
I will be mine
once more.

@ @

© Oisin

Dishabille

The wind caresses
your nakedness entices
shrouds my shadow

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I remember.


Naked Haiku, of course made that up.

Drift currents

What was left standing
after our winter’s storm,
this tranquile ocean scoured
clean by my changing sands.

Of this winters seas,
I fell in love again.
And then you broke
upon my shore.


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À vous je donne.

Twelve minutes till spring

For a moment
I thought winter
was finally willing
to allow my feet
to grow familiar
with her cold oak floors,
but she was winter
and now I just
wished for you.

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* juste un souhait

Heartbeat

Tonight,
in my
divine consciousness,
I find myself not
so with peace.

Lost in this
desire for you,
I hear the inner cries
of solitude without
you.

Inside each
life-breath,

I listen.

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© Oisin

Hurried

I have tasted
words from
your wet lips
softy,

gently they
spoke to me
swiftly,

that was
love
hurried,

it
is gone.

© Oisin

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On Course

Within this sea of linen
your belly is
the horizon,
my shoreline,
it beckons
me.

© Oisin

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