Lunch Break Haiku
little bites of poetry
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
(desire: in parts)
I want your unlaced
fingertips slicing down my spine.
Bones collapsing.
Your milky way entrails
smear sand across the harbor.
Fishermen weep.
Cities flee from us.
Our love is an earthquake.
You burn me to ash.
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