Tag Archives: She
The bless’d wanting moreFree Diver: A Haiku
She comes deeper down
They, in the rush to love her
Neglected respect
Elevated
Not taking no for an answer, She
Dressed up sexy for the crimes of He
Master-mechanic motivating, She
A fine-tuned engine emerges, He
Speaking in the same tongue, You & Me
Ascend from sorrow’s basement, We
Your Venus
In orbit, us
Sometimes suspended between worlds seen and unseen
I wonder
Ever did you close your eyes on Earth
Ignore my gravity and pretend
I was your Venus
Fuck-You Flowers: A Haiku
It is saddening
how much damage he can do
‘fore she stops caring.
She
The sliver of time before I became tragic
Was it a wicked serpent’s word
Some desired autonomy
This devotion to husband and child?
Think with me honestly
What of heart’s protracted pain
Is my sweet apple affinity
My downfall?
He Said in Haiku
She was left for dead
But I need her, so I prayed
And revived Springtime
On the Eve
serpent at My ankles, always
And nighttime evermore
“She should have known better,” they’ll say about Me
She, Me and the similar others
significant others who also ought
Now nonetheless wise to the slither
he cannot: a haiku
every mile marker
shares another grand detail
a progressive lie
Sibyl
she
shall
shine
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