Beneath – Page 44 – Iron Haiku

i look at myself
and listen to my own lies
praying that they’re true
–
reflections-
outside my window
a magpie

out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun
–
august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside

the lust for power
buried in the hearts of men
exhumed far too soon
–
hesitation-
the sharp crack
of thin ice

history lessons-
hard fought wisdom wasted on
those who will not learn
–
melting ice-
unwilling to accept
being this path

low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin
–
under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun

open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone
–
new life-
tempted
by the light

head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent
–
the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating