she sends me haiku in the mo'ning
sun, kiss her for me
dance on her shoulders today
a reason to smile
they are sweet whispers awake
a kind balance to the screams I fall asleep to
she tells me she's not a poet
just a fan of the 17 syllable symphony
the words you spit are
treasures you do share with me
in awe I'm silenced
i don't haiku
not enough discipline to pare down words so samurai
graceful and mercilessly
she tells me she's not a poet
so when she wraps me in silk first moment I wake
i will paint your skin
fingers brush neck, back, hips, thighs
dance with me sweet love
i remember how she touches iambic
how we made shakespearean sonnet
so deep, so beautiful
i hadn't made love poem in so long
head laid on chest
tap to the beat of your heart
walking into love
i don't haiku but
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