Haiku Poems: On What I Won’t Experience with the New Him
fingers through your hair
the feel of just-mown lawn grass
sparks fly with my touch
so you want to go back
Japan is lovely I hear
no more me to see
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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January 12, 2009 at 4:40 am
watermaid
Thank you for visiting my blog and for your encouraging words. You too can do much with a few words. You convey an intense ache at the prospect of imminent loss.
January 12, 2009 at 10:30 am
PoeticGrin
I love the use of the word “mown” – double meaning, awesomeness.
Watermaid, above, clearly knows you already.
January 12, 2009 at 11:30 pm
medicatedlady
Thank you both. Intense ache, imminent loss. Yes.