Haikus 18.10.19

Perfume

perfume on the night air
hazing his brute precision
a big flaw exposed

Curls

he scrapes his few curls
with a fallow antler comb
and pungent hair oil

Desires

formerly unknown
paths twist between our desires
sorrows are shrouded

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