Phantom sleep gripped her Pinned to the bed and frozen Hands roved all over *I experience phantom sleep a few times a year. I’ve had the sensation of hands touching me and have… Continue reading
Music to her lips Clutching his harmonica Up and down she goes
(Photo from Coup De Foudre) I gaze in your eyes waiting with abated breath as they glaze over
(Photo from Wallpoper.com) Rain obliterates Blood evidence and makes me Sigh with much relief
Unwrap me, she said He did, but afterwards thought Can I return this?
Finger sandwiches Savoring. Taste you; taste me Don’t bite fingernails *This haiku was inspired by a funny conversation I was having with the irrepressible Tripleclicka.
Don’t give me your heart I’ll devour it with pancakes And maple syrup