The last day of my life
This last day could be seen
would have to be sunny &
in the eyes of the sleeping
full of memories of wine &
animal breathing heavily as she sleeps.
kisses and time flowing easily &
It wasn't the phone but dog's
lemontrees dropping fruits ready to be
snoring knowing what we dare not.
squeezed bitterly & tequila, running gold,
This was the last vital moments
the blood of my veins beside.
& still every idea merged &
A hay(na)ku chapbook.