Haiku
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
