europe for the win.
argentinian eyes are blue.
but the game holds hope.
Haikus
summer date
i blush at summer
watching the day simmer by.
nervous on first date.
mother’s touch
wind caressing leaves.
i watch the intimate touch.
a jealous lover.
jogo bonito
blood on the green pitch.
the dynasty has ended.
the reich spreads its wings.
putting a round
the white egg flying.
silver lightning rod cracking.
wringing myself dry.
passing wind
the long rustling grass
bows to the almighty wind.
my lips curl to smile.