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 Jun 2016 Jacob
Asteria
he said
 Jun 2016 Jacob
Asteria
he was made of dark
matter, i laugh cause i see
his constellations
Haiku #4
 Jun 2016 Jacob
Asteria
astrophile
 Jun 2016 Jacob
Asteria
i hear stories
of your eyes, how they'd hold the
galaxies and stars
Haiku #1
 Jun 2016 Jacob
David Montgomery
Thirst is strange and tragic death,
Waiting for it to fall,
The delicate spring bloom,
In your kiss,
As petals undo their
Meandering,
In puddles.
Only to be washed helpless-
Spun and pulled under,
In a smile,
That does not know
The reason,
Is so the peaches and honeysuckle may sing,
And rivers may return to rain.
Just as kings pass the mantle
To their offspring,
I pass my heart,
To your pomegranate and pearl
Fingers,
Be gentle for it is the last of its kind.
Treasure it darling,
For so many others to its value,
Have been cold,  cruel and blind.
Another poem of hope and romance and value.
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