Haiku Dingue
a work of fine art
‘ceci n’est pas une pipe’, huh?
it’s goddamn perfect
a work of fine art
‘ceci n’est pas une pipe’, huh?
it’s goddamn perfect
wander with me dear
fingers laced in bated breath
burning with passion
falling leaves silence
the dirt comforts my bare soles
this life is lovely
brass bell ensemble
brazen beauty swing stepping
dance with me darling
land of milk and honey
indian paintbrushed meadow
beautiful Utah
the tin man is cold
we walk this yellow brick road
what do you search for
dragonflies hover
lily pads like checkerboards
listen to the fish
grapevine our swingset
coy summer breeze blows on by
your silhouette sings
i am always late
but please, do not fret my friend
i will have doughnuts
rubies in roses
diamond encrusted daisies
gilding the lily
lilies spring from dirt
from primordial nothing
our mother brings life
serendipity
you almost left your notebook
then left me breathless
a breath of fresh air
empty space between fingers
we fit together
as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes
in the field she sways
dress bright, wildflower spray
my muse, she dances
shivers in the sheets
tittilating fingertips
ravish me, darling
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