yolk the sky in white
washed sun
hue the blues over
horizon : break fast
.
haiku
yolk the sky in white
washed sun
hue the blues over
horizon : break fast
.
haiku
i want no more
talk
i ache for
space ~ place ~ présence ~
spirits ~ hearts aligned
.
haiku
his silence surpasses all
languages .
funny how my
heart jumped
at no word
.
haiku
s’ eros of licked fingers,, fruit
pluck, , steamy eyes, , s’ hot
s’ we forgot to eat
.
haiku
how many times do
i have to remember. before
i remember. now
.
haiku
i live in fizzy
wondrous hope gigglewiggling
hummingly happy
.
haiku
Prince Charming was charming
until well after the wedding
and then, well, he wasn’t
at all.
The End
.
not a haiku
taking the red-eye
shipspassing sweetcollison
imminent : we’ll meet
.
haiku
being animal
is not ok but it is
one identity
.
haiku
eyes clenched closed
: silence :
prayer utters itself in throat
without conscious thought
.
haiku