Micropoetry 4-16-2020

wind whips
wild in the rain
as we recline
in the warmth beneath
the windowpane

in this land
sleeping before
the long escape
beyond the shore

in a corner
we made a spot
within the glade
for a moment of pleasure
within the shade

still burning
though I have fled already
to the other side

tangled weeds
until we move no more
and the world is still

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