haiku #14

her skin begs for his 

space between them falls away

he sinks into her

haiku #13

with his burning stare

wildly, relentlessly

he sets her aflame 

haiku #12

comfort is the night
my hot blanket in winter
hiding me gently  

haiku #11

among the angels 

where love is felt most purely

you rejoice with Him

one year ago today, you went to Heaven.  miss you, grandma.

haiku #10

rebellious against 

the only part of me i

cannot bear to lose 

haiku #9

tears and doubt and fear
breach the steadfast border of
our untainted love

**it's truly the little things that make life worthwhile**

standing in the kitchen sipping (or gulping) the juice of a slow cooked pork roast....
at this moment, I'm sure there's nothing finer.

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The hot life of me held together by you,
flowing perfectly as I should,
contained, comfortable and warm,
not knowing my direction, but sure of my purpose
as I travel around the heart and mind and eyes and skin,
without you I would die
and with you I'm alive and think and feel and love and hurt and cry and smile.
With you, I move as I should, as I was intended.
And if you break and I fall into an abyss that is my end,
know that I forgive you.
I would choose a thousand times to live a short life, flowing in you,
than a long one,
just existing,
in
someone
else.
you are the vein
that
contains
my
hot
messy
life.

haiku #8

petals weep for home,
drifting and moving slowly
to their fate unknown .

haiku #7

Snowflakes invade her.
She is saved by the warm glow
burning inside him.

haiku #6

in his heart, I hide.

the deepest space I’ll find.

safe, I am, inside.

haiku #5

as rain finds refuge 

in a lonely, deep puddle,

her harbor is you.

haiku #4

as dusk longs for night,
I miss him so far beyond
what miss had in mind.

pain

if your pain could live in me,
I would bear it
just to set
you
f  r  e  e

haiku #3

there's stillness in me.
let me climb into your pain. 
you will feel it too.

haiku #2

underneath my heart

my soul hums a lullaby

only you can hear

Haiku #1

your eyes sweep me up 

into a puddle of calm 

I have never known

don't hang up

THE VERY EDGE OF THE LAST MOMENT BEFORE WE HANG UP, 
WHEN THE SOUND OF YOUR BREATH STOPS AND YOU ARE GONE.
I HATE THAT MOMENT.
EVERY
SINGLE
TIME
IT 
COMES.

like me.

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Unsettled, I am.
Chaotic and sunken.
Alone, afraid.
A fool, perhaps.
Too punch drunk,
but not still.
surrounded with walls, I am.
Like you.
Cautious, I guard
my sad, stupid, happy heart.
Blissful and naive
no more.
I shall shield mine
as you do.
Frightened.
Sad.
Alone.
Anxious.
I wait
for your guard to tire,
to trust,
to be blissful and naive,
stupid
and happy.
Like
m
e.

And, just like that she has a blog.