Fingers deftly dance Clicking across clacking keys Nothing comes to mind

All smoke and mirrors A magical illusion The curtain comes down

Press return. Maybe This will be the one that will Last. Could this be love?

Bold but beautiful I miss your promises— all fake   (Hiaku)

snuggle down, babies let sleep take you away kid, dog, in blanket  

Mother Tongue   I never forgot this language— the way my tongue should roll when I pronounce the words   The accent and expressions grab the phrases strongly   The sentences slip out of my mouth with an ease   The pen doesn’t fumble when…

I want to kiss each Of your individual Eyelashes each one

The robot you bought Flips the rug over and breaks Must be a bad rug

When I say goodbye do you wonder like I do when you’ll see me next?