Haiku Sextet #1

I, though midsummer
 chose anyway your spring song
 knowing it was wrong.

For other love bound
 the hand I placed in mine, and
 to it I was blind.

To a walled garden
 we broke out. Once, once only
 and called it escape.

But my coat outlived
 us. And they don’t even make
 Them like they used to.

Lovely-haired mantis
 you promised haven I was
 lucky to survive.

Still this old wound, rough
 I’m sad to see puckered up
 you once tickled me there.