Haiku

While I Was Watching Her

She slipped off her robe
and fingered herself while I
was rubbing my dick.
 
Desolate landscape
Barren of joy and beauty
Apocalyptic


Fundamentalists
Have destroyed the creation
They hoped to preserve
 
quiet bemusement:

recipes in dullards hands
life-lost lips count beats
 
t'was the night before...
chill - bracing through vacant eyes
predatory calm
 
It's five, seven, five.
Try to keep the form intact
Count seventeen beats.

Five words to ignite
Seven words to make you wet
Five to get you off
 
Last edited:
Back
Top