waikaremoana

indigenous pigeon
in a night burnt by freezing moonlight
and stars wannabe for attention
icy lake’s Christchurch hands
eternal love
and a little terrorism
in an old inn that asterix would love
scorched by sun
froze by lake
twisted the snakes
and a waterfalls with million specks
of Maori history
jail house rocks the blunt Indian curry
and a tanned face is eternal love
and the night that stared through an open gazebo
tiger
tiger
burns bright
in forest nights
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slights and sparrows
pigeons and peacocks
a rustling fire in your Spanish eyes
a kiss on your maori lips