sourdough smell of age
the cold rain pattering
against motel windows
"Oh, I'm so happy with you!" She says in a seemingly joyful yet familiar tone, burying her face against my chest.
The intercourse seems to be shorter than last time, but I don't really mind. Just get it done. Afterwards, I find no trace of loss or displeasure.
I sit in bed smoking, saying nothing, waiting out our time together.
few words on parting
bare branches laced together
against the dark sky
Haibun Today, 10:4, December 2016