Written while waiting for a bus in the rain on the way to a friend’s birthday brunch.
I know I shouldn’t
but I can’t stop searching for
myself in your words.
________
Forgive me. I err
on the side of excess. It’s
up and up and up…
________
Anticipation!
So similar to dread, no?
You are worth the sweat.
________
The loss was enough
to glimpse the tenderness I
didn’t know I craved.
________
Your face, your hands are
a sweet cement perfume I
want to erase me.
________
I’d give anything
to be defied and defined
by you once again.
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love it! love this series.
it’s inspiring how prolific you are. keep posting them!
It’s easy to be prolific when you have 17 syllables to work with 🙂
I like it! What is the difference between Haiku and poetry?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
haiku is a form of poetry. like a sonnet. and thanks.