pitch black
moving toward her lips. . .
I kiss her nose
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Jeffrey Winke
Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in a suburban condo mere blocks from Lake Michigan. He writes haiku, haibun, and articles about heavy equipment moving dirt.
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power outage
our bodies drip with sweat …
in the heat of passion
power outage
our bodies drip with sweat …
in the heat of passion
twinkling lamp-post
reveals the tears
in her eyes
sea breeze
the even flow of her breath
into mine
rain
the nextdoor child cries
to accompany mom to mart
SF earthquake power outage
cold dinners in the dark
…not romantic after three days
flickering candle —
feeling her whispers
in my ear
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