Love – Page 11 – Iron Haiku

horizontal rain-
fractured palms and broken dreams
tumble down the street
–
dark greasy smoke-
The sky lit
by falling embers

an empty barstool-
I decide to take a risk
on conversation
–
empty glasses-
my napkin
torn to shreds

crimson fingernails
lightly drawn along my skin
leaving ghostly trails
–
rain streaked windows-
we agree
on safe words

I placed you upon
a pedestal and now you’re
far beyond my reach
–
the house dark-
a distant moon
through the skylight

an early March snow-
past time for pulling up roots
and moving along
–
stinging rain-
I return to find
an empty home

late winter garden-
a calico patchwork of
leaves and melting snow
–
a hollow log-
rain falls
on melting ice

snow laden branches
bent over in silent prayer
to the cold north wind
–
unanswered prayers-
the stone floor cold
against his cheek

my outstretched fingers-
reaching out for your touch but
you’re already gone
–
icy fog-
your skin cold
to the touch

so many evenings
spent in stony solitude
with yet without you
–
rain etched stones-
the once neat path
overgrown

lying here in bed
unnbeknownst to you your trust
already betrayed
–
heavy fog-
your train leaves
without me