photo by Alex Lear
haiku #141
tongue a tingling i
savor the sweet salty of
your nocturnal dew
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #141
tongue a tingling i
savor the sweet salty of
your nocturnal dew
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #48
night moans grip my waist
the arms of hurt snake round me,
i feel like a frog
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #120
except blending deep
into your dawn's embrace, where
else could my night go
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #78
life is a knowing
leap into the unknown, a
dive to certain death
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #27
our laughters embrace
a bright red bandanna waved
between dancing friends
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #38
woven haired women
walk gorgeous as fireflies
glow decoring dusk
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #36
use to life straight tea
lonely, you judge my honey
momentary sweet
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #13
falling is minor,
full lives demand the dangers
of dream ascensions
—kalamu ya salaam
A Precise Tenderness
touch with a precise
tenderness & know all we
are is each other
A Precise Tenderness
is dedicated to all (each & every) folk who choose hard life in the hills over the comfort corruption of the big house / creative chaos & raw improvisation over superficial order and refined technical perfection / the inexactness & unpredictability of merger, amalgamation & self transformation over the dogma of purity & canonization / the imperative of yes, Yes, YES over the prohibitions of no & don't.
—kalamu ya salaam