cut-glass profile
black asymptotes
your eyes on an askew tie
Picasso’s geometry
in the elevator box
A cubist’s love line; ever approaching, never to meet. – mh clay
heart-shaped kissing lips
for each ear a gentle lie
funny Valentine
sky heavy with stones
the lighthouse under the waves
the wake of her soul
Such leaves a delightful haiku hole… to fill with hope. – mh
Rorschach creature
on the saucer
fecund caffeine
That design looks just like a…butterfly. – mh
cha cha cha
the sway of her
hip hip hips
your inner jungle a maze
this thick thick thick
lost machete
crazy swirl
her heart is beating beating beating
about the crush
She’s got a crippling crush; haiku love bird swing that blade and dance, dance, dance. – mh
blood on the ceiling
Tess runs after her angel
hell bent for leather
To the Tess’s of the world: Keep those windows closed and you’re sure to bag your angel, in time. For the rest, use rubber gloves and bleach. – mh
