Monsoon Haiku

Don't talk, don't whisper,

Don't even think too loud, it's

Raining on the moon.

Allie's Haiku

I've never met you
But you are one of my two
Best friends in the world.

You're twenty five forever, and I love you!

Emily looks like Summer tonight, long white skirt, down to her ankles, white tank top, hair in a pony tail with a sprig of baby's breath over her left ear. Her tortoise shell glasses make her look so studious and serious, but deep inside she's a dryad, a forest spirit. She knows that life and death are two sides of the same coin. And she knows that when the veil between us rips, we will be married. And damn, I can't wait for that day!

I Can't Write Your Name

Who owns your face? Who owns that gypsydevil smile on your soft red lips? When I kiss you, is it you I'm kissing? Or is it just the blood pulsing in the ghost of the girl of who you want to be, while you fill in your college schedule on the hill over the river? Just twenty one, and your hand so tight in mine....

Emily Tells Me Not To Take Myself So Seriously

"Dear,

The sand means nothing, the water means nothing, the wind means nothing, the sun means nothing. The garden means nothing, the snow means nothing, the cold means nothing, November means nothing.

All that matters is your hand in mine...."

Rainy Saturday Night Haiku

Broken worlds sailing

unlit through empty skies, the

sun hurts so damn much

Emily Looks At August

It's August already, the sun is walking away. It's had enough of light on green leaves and hot white sand. And I'm missing you while you're still standing in front of me, because I know I'll never live through the winter that's coming. I'll never live to see you in jeans and a sweatshirt, shivering in the cold autumn wind.

But I know your precious breath will sustain me, it's not that far off, your warm sweet tongue, your body pressing mine. Come October, we'll be together.