Haiku Affectueux
velvet petals waft //
morning sunbeam’s sweet caress //
your lips touching mine //
Tag Archives: Love
flammable
my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
Haiku Insaisissable
glitter of water //
diamonds that we are drawn to //
oasis, your eyes //
Saudade /souˈdädə/, noun:
A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. …
Haiku Pudique
small secret smiles//
feelings full of words unsaid//
connection fleeting//
Haiku Aimant
in a three wish world//
i’d refuse to spend any//
on me, for your sake//
Haiku Apaisant
inky clouds rumbling
under tin roof, tension soothed
nestled close with you
Haiku Chatoyant
overcast shadows
inky doldrums mollified
shimmering brilliance
Haiku Éclairci
dirty fingernails
smoothing over soft tilled earth
clear mind, light shoulders
Haiku Niché
lifelong dreams fulfilled \\
nestled close, your warm embrace \\
dearest to my heart \\
Haiku Brumeux
on warm muggy days
thoughts stray to misty mornings
beauty in rainfall
Haiku Crépusculaire
twilight fingertips
trace electric down my spine
my eyes closed, breathless
Haiku Béatitude
I like to feed birds
my catharsis, birdseed joy
gratis love given
adjective noun verb
What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …
Haiku Tranquille
dragonflies hover
lily pads like checkerboards
listen to the fish
Haiku Torride
as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes
Haiku Dosée
two souls side by side
fingers laced breath matched in time
her face is music
Lions, Tigers, and Bears
walking alone [Brisk Bold Brash – oh my] roasting in a long sleeve flannel [Eggshell Knuckle – oh my] my …
The Wolf Boy
Hello, how do you do? Have we met? My name’s Pandora. My name’s Schrödinger. My name’s Pavel, Einstein, Stalin and …
Tomorrow is another day
Have you ever stepped in a puddle? Just been walking along, minding your own business, when you find your foot …
swimming in the stream of consciousness
I’m not crazy I swear, said the author. I’m just ex-pear-i-menting. “Pigeons pigeonholed in their pigeonholes?” I said, my pig …
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