mid-day heat

in the Buddha's open hand

a gecko sleeping


The Morning After

With fiery fringe


breaches the sky

melts all over, lustrous


like ice cream

apricot and orange.


We lap it up,
you from the left

I from the right,
until mouth to mouth

lip to lip . . .
a sunburst

cherry red

with sprinkles.

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