Love – Page 16 – Iron Haiku

the sea my old friend
greets me with crushed oyster shells
rough beneath my feet
–
driftwood-
seagulls loiter
above the surf

the stones in my path
used to build a foundation
keeping me grounded
–
peace-
rain runs off
the temple roof

an outdoor cafe
she watches the passersby
sipping her water
–
bare foot sun-
luminous in
a sheer skirt

from this day forward
two lives bound together by
simple bands of gold
–
rich brown earth-
massive oxen
yoked together

staring at the floor
scuffed and worn beneath my seat
from those in my shoes
–
dawn breaks-
outside the
waiting room

now all that remains-
the sweet taste of success and
your cherry lip gloss
–
fresh cut grass-
an old blanket and
poetry

waves rise up and fall
the rhythm of the ocean
moves us together
–
surfing-
the swell
of your hips

lying in my bed
beautiful and poisonous
twisted in the sheets
–
african sun-
death lurks
in the tall grass

all I have of you-
the crossword and a ring left
by your coffee cup
–
saplings-
rooted
in the shade

she turns a shy smile-
a web of hairline cracks form
in his tough facade
–
cobwebs-
broken plaster
litters the floor