Haiku
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
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,
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
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,
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,
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
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,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
