Hand on your navel.
And the other on your chest.
Guts and heart. They’re there.
Do Woo Life
Life wants to be seduced
Not by my grasping
Or by me trying
Too hard at all
Life’s best turned on
By my being
What I am already
Soft touch and all
This Haiku: True Blue
I will kiss the stripes
And all that they symbolize
Show your colors now
This Haiku: Cerro de Punta
Just any Coffee,
no. But One that calms mornings
and stirs at night, yes.
It calms as it takes
hold. Should you dare at night, it
stirs if it is bold.
The Web I Have Weaved
If you must seek me
My cinnamon lips
My sunflower eyes
I’m holding the Hope
Who’s wrapped in the Light
She’s all I’ve pursued
The sea greets our vow
While Canon in D
Rides soft on the wind
You’d not planned for this
Hold onto your faith
And seek hope anew
My Hair is Hip
I hate my hair
Not for the regular reasons
My hair is hot
And full of fire
And too much trouble
Since love’s a liar
Bound to my breath
I hate my hair
This Haiku: The Other Side
We must walk through fire.
Breathe deep, clutch our hearts, if we’re
to steal back our souls.
This Haiku: As In, I Love You
There’s your fingerprint
Fossilized upon my heart
For ten trillion years
This Haiku: Good Thing Because
My heart’s in my throat,
or else in my eyes, if it
is not on my sleeve.
It’s Valentine’s Day After All
I stay neutral
No color, no frills
Save the space in my heart
The space in my heart
Flies determinedly
And in red, sticks the landing
Landing upon
A pink pillow
At night
This night
I drop a dime to my heart
Walk in red, pink pillow in hand
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