Haiku

Will you come with me,
And walk upon the rose thorns,
Gifted by our foes?
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Filled with fear and shame,
I ache as she gently says,
"I'm not of your ilk."

I weaken nightly,
Missing your warmth and your love,
You now give to her.

Lover don't burn me,
With the flames of your passion,
Let your love be slow.

She whispers sweetly,
"Give me your money or else... "
I feel the cold blade.

An ant is drowning,
In a raindrop on a leaf,
Of a blue orchid.

rainbow arcs criss cross
watercolour puddle skies,
migrating bird skeins ..

You run your fingers,
Over my scars as your lips,
​​​​​​Quiet my anguish.

I dreamt so deeply,
That I found our souls weeping,
In each others' arms.

Through fear we only grow.

The ones who brake through only know.

Get back...

Bring the poet's wine,
I wish to drown my sorrows,
In my lover's words.

On the dusty trail,
Only bones and rattlesnakes,
And me call this home.

Let the wind take me,
you've burned our love to ashes,
With your wicked self.

I looked up and saw,
​​​​​​My love letter in your hands,
Torn up but tear stained.

In the moonless night,
I kissed your tears in the dark,
Our love in shadows.

Oh sun! My kind friend,
You drape my lover in gold,
Your warmth makes her smile.

It's mortiferous,
​​​​​​For one's soul to deny love,
Yet we all deny.