Bury
I don't
remember
Needed to
bury that stuff
Deep in history
We buried
the mouse
In a hole
in the garden
Your first childhood loss
I bury myself
Deep down in your soft warm curves
Love these winter nights
Enter
Enter the
contract
With eyes
and heart wide open
Fulfill the bargain
Rain
seeps through the cracks
To fill
mountain's hidden lake
You enter my heart
You enter stage left
Your presence mesmerizing
The audience gasps
Rip
Recent
tragedy
Cyclone
ripped through many towns
Homes and lives destroyed
You stare
at my face
Dear
prosopagnosia
No recognition
The old professor
Tore strips off all his students
They nicknamed him Rip
Sick, Strive
The sick
write such filth
We strive
to wash memories
With haiku of hope
Strive to
wash the sick
From the
post party carpet
A faint smell lingers
Iron will
to strive
At last
made him sick to death
She washed him with tears
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