My first Haibun (for a contest)
Love doesn't dash, it loiters - with repeated movements like music and beautifully crude endearments. Love does't dash, it lingers with rhythms like dance and boastfully rude aphorisms. So dally my love - lollygag, lounge and we'll share breaths and mess about.
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