I wished to breathe someaether; the djinn was half deaf— I slept years instead
Wishing I could flydrawn by her carnal mystique, trysts on magic…
Genies and bottlesNeed cool gentle rubs, so blueWishes can come true.
in 3 haiku — part two
Nightly escapades revive thirst, do or die timeharvest starts tonight
Border between seen and unseen, real and unrealunfurls as light fades