wpadmin – Page 79 – Iron Haiku

family outings
picnics paid for with the blood
of fallen soldiers
–
small flags-
dates carved
in cold granite

clouds out ash and dust-
the soil of this arid land
affords no purchase
–
orange skies-
rivers of black glass
plunge into the sea

the wind at your face
sundress flowing out behind
tight against your breast
–
out favorite elm-
your hair spilled
across my chest

the wind on the dunes-
playful fingers turning the
pages of my book
–
wet towels-
bare feet
on my dash

april’s robin song-
the morning moon rolls over
and kisses the sun
–
cat at my feet-
your back warm
against my chest

in the line of fire
standing while the others fall
I am bulletproof
–
rising smoke-
the doe startled
bounds away

lace curtains drawn back-
shadows of tiger lilies
adorning my walls
–
breakfast for one-
fresh cut blooms
on the table

a cool ocean breeze
comes onshore and brings the taste
of salt to my lips
–
low tide-
footprints of gulls
in the wet sand

pinpoints of starlight
fall from the firmament and
streak across the sky
–
midnight-
lines of fire
split the sky

my head in your hands
your eyes locked on mine pushing
hard against my lips
–
ripe cherries-
the sweet taste
of your seduction