Haiku
time spills from your mouth.
I pick the seconds from your
teeth; lick up minutes
Haiku
time spills from your mouth.
I pick the seconds from your
teeth; lick up minutes
Haiku
peaceful in a weird.
sort of place. like breaking.
out of a tunnel.
Haiku
(and when) she finds love
she explains it painfully
(and it goes) away.
Haiku
Although tropical,
the Lover is an island
you are washed up on
silent streets, slick roofs,
door steps, scents, weak light, wet cheeks —»
forgot your address.
Haiku
swayed, sunk, rowed, hurt, squeezed,
wept, thrown over, edges, ripped jagged —
coming up for air
Haiku
dry dirt repels that
which it needs most – cracks open
struggle for moist help
Haiku
Essence of magic:-
Love and joy and joyous rage;
dust of broken hearts.
Haiku
I give you nothing
but truth curled around my wealth
but lie to myself
Haiku
a heat has come, voiced
thick and convincing, sweet as
you lick it from my …..