mine is a throat-choke romance
a hefty bag tightly closed and plastered to my nose and mouth
roses painted on my eyes, beneath the lids
squirming into the hidden corners of your heart
yearning to turn and tangle like a bored kitten
tearing through books and poems that cannot comprise this sweeping, swelling want
swearing that i'll never let go
mine is a finger sprained friendship
pinky sworn into obscurity and bandaged thick and sweaty
daisy chains around my wrists, pretty fragrant handcuffs
awakened to a dizzy dream of compliance
taken down a twisting, wonderwalled path
dared to wander through this darkened wood, wolf in hand, wailing
waiting for the shimmering reflection to finally clear
yours?
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Today’s Haiku (November 14, 2024)
2 hours ago
This is beautiful. So unexpected amidst all the food :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog. I look forward to your next visit....and bring that gluten-dairy free cheesecake with you!
Will do. I'm planning on making another one soon, so I'll take pictures and post. I've got some thoughts on ways to switch it up a bit. We shall see. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah...mine sounds about the same these days.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing, girl. As always.