Emotions – Page 6 – Iron Haiku

can’t tell from here if
I’m inside looking out or
outside looking in
–
midnight musing-
maybe I’m the one
in the mirror

sitting ‘neath the moon-
entranced by the graceful curve
of your bare shoulder
–
caramel skin-
silver moonlight
in your hair

taunting the punters-
precariously balanced
just before the plunge
–
the village fete-
powdered sugar
dusts my shirt

late winter sunlight-
dawn paints my bedroom walls gold
an hour too early
–
almost spring-
awake before
my coffee pot

a flame extinguished-
I conjure up the darkness
to reclaim your soul
–
whisps of smoke-
a mirror
in the dark

darling snooze button-
I could not cherish more your
extra eight minutes
–
incessant buzzing-
as day breaks
so do I

sight not born of eyes-
I see every detail of
the shape of your soul
–
winter morning-
the smell of your pipe
still lingers

married to the road-
leaving you for months on end
for my asphalt bride
–
ragtop down-
the highway
a siren’s song

against my interests-
I trade away my future
in lieu of my soul
–
a piercing gaze-
my breast
laid bare

lost in the mirror-
the only light comes from the
crack in my teacup
–
face splitting grins-
each gaping mouth
another door