Dance With Me: A Haiku

I think he is Red
I think he’s Mad as all Hell
I think he’s impressed

Full: A Haiku

I’m hoping it hurts

Incisors, do me no harm

Blue flags, do no good

They need me badly
All the small atoms of hope
In his quite large heart

There is the timing
‘though this feels far from royal
Drama, let us dance

I think it was June.

Yes, it was June. Perhaps. Please.

I pray it was June.

My most precious gift
And you sneezed and you shuffled
I gave you my faith

The grapefruit content
In its pale-pink, amber hue
Never needed orange

Let it rain, damn it
Let it rinse clean each sole thing
Let it unite us

You are not my God.
You royal son of someone.
I won’t kneel to you.

Of the Love professed
I’ve no cause to stake a claim
On its battlefield