i.d

this is thumb print of

tree ~ spiral upon spiral ~

fingers deep in earth

.

haiku

eye well

i make a crown

of

my hands

rest

my brow

on this

opening

third eye

.

haiku

hands holding

while there’s a finger

of guilt the hand remains a

fist

though we hold on

.

haiku

all i can

i stroke her fingers

while the stoke has her trapped

like wild animal

.

haiku

mourning that love

s’ eros of licked fingers,, fruit

pluck, , steamy eyes, , s’ hot

s’ we forgot to eat

.

haiku

sunwinged

her feathered fingers

ground him

her earth breath lingers

lifts him to heaven

.

haiku

plucked

his slender fingers

( never tender instruments )

used to

blunt romance

.

not a haiku

fallen leaves

the grief of a touch

of his fingers I lingered

disbelief as he leaves

.

not a haiku

one syllable over done

stranger

under table cloth

he slipped

gold and turquoise ring

on my small finger

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haiku