Breath – Page 30 – Iron Haiku

freshly turned earth falls
from the back of my shovel
burying the light
–
overcast skies-
a tenuous flame
turns to smoke

you are my center-
the sky above my head and
ground beneath my feet
–
autumn leaves-
take from me the
very air I breathe

melting chips of ice
droplets chase my finger down
the small of your back
–
a distant tor-
morning dew bends
the desert grass

The sun sinking low
With only a few breaths left
I’m not wasting them
–
midnight-
skinny dipping
without a care

leave this all behind
take my hand and run with me
into the new dawn
–
sunrise-
wind blown leaves
cross my path

whole conversations
pass with just a knowing glance
incomplete silence
–
a heartbeat-
one moment
our lifetime

fresh blood on my lips
my kiss, a thief in the night
stealing your warm breath
–
ruby throat, emerald wings-
sliding in and out of
warm honeysuckles

the final door closed
all the words you wouldn’t hear
and now never will
–
sudden frost-
orange blossoms
wither and brown

lashed tight to the mast-
tempted by the siren song
of just one more drink
–
steaming pavement-
distant sirens bay
at the full moon

living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day
–
dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head