She didn’t see it coming…
“Honey, please sit down…”
“Why, there’s spinach in my teeth?”
“I’ve met someone new…”
Haiku…
In my heart, I carve
Bloodstreams hoping you will see
Red pools of torment.
Color me into your worldLet me be bright shades of pearl…
Is it craziness?
As the wind blows from
Dance with me under
A Starving thirsty dry soil
Scuffed boots sidle upHis voice whiskey-soaked gravelCare to dance, ma’am?