Batch of five

51.

I call you out

Your skin is thin

I fold myself onto you

The sun rises

I am translucent

52.

Lost in each other’s eyes

she keeps me waiting, dang-e-ling.

But I want it now.

53.

Shimmering shadows of whispering trees

tickle her eyes this easing ‪morning.

Yet, cruel time arcs forward.

54.

See flowers with their

ephemeral beauty fold time.

Coloured breathing space.

55.

The eaten Isle

Folds ripple the cliff

Water eats away the land.

On this island’s view.

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