before you wake night winds raise the cold from depths
Tag: haiku
i prefer the namelessness of bodies
popping fish crackers and trying to read your lips
the rain at dusk fills our head with strange thoughts
when it is time to go i hope it rains
was that a haiku a rap on the knuckles by basho
never truly liberated from the demands of flesh
untamed flesh fills the power vacuum
cloudless sky our eyes steal the light from stars
seek succour in smoke and ripples
