Anna – a new haibun by Zane Parks

Anna
 
The fiercest of lovers. Even in sleep, she holds me tightly in her fist. As if to be sure she's wrung the last drop from me. When I've packed, she kneels offering her mouth. To delay my departure if only a little.
 
the heat
a bee nestles deeper
in the pansy's pink folds

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