Sleep – Page 13 – Iron Haiku

my respite over
the calling of this new life-
irresistible
–
moonglow-
another turn
at the wheel

rising from the sea-
her newly formed shores made from
black and steaming glass
–
predawn chill-
venus and jupiter dance
in the twilight

ashes and embers-
my gentle caress lingers
barely on your lips
–
cold glass-
the distance
of your touch

stone walls and dirt floors-
candle flames cling to their wicks
throwing dark shadows
–
straw bedding-
a tallow candle’s
uneasy light

staring unfocused-
bloodshot sky barely noticed
through these bleary eyes
–
cottonmouth-
a morning dove
splits my skull

waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival
–
open windows-
awake before
the alarm

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

flags snap in the wind-
lines of waves begin to break
over silver sands
–
snoring-
warm breath
on my neck

full of suspicions-
in our bed looking at you
lying beside me
–
crevasse-
a broken trust
far from healing

in the stinging rain
waiting by the library
for the doors to open
–
sleeping rough-
water from the downspout
soaking his coat