WINDSONG

 I drowse and dream in this sleeping house

Fynbos the cat purring by the curtain

Suriya the sun god sharing the garden

Where joss sticks burn and my nostrils quiver

At the echo of Japanese songs, long ago.


In the breaking day I kiss your lips

And taste the tongue of your waking shadow.

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