When I dripped ice cream onto my shirt, you smiled and
The sparkle in your blue eyes said, “I love that you’re not perfect.”
But I want to be perfect, to make you smile again with
One touch of my lips to the sweet of your neck.
Love & Smiles
Month: August 2017
Four Haiku in A Minor
I.
Dusky summer haze
Powders the darkening hill
Tops on fire with ash
II.
The crow flutters west
Loose from the flock flying east—
Rising dark star flees
III.
A spider web strand
Serpentines up, severing
The day from dark night
IV.
Salvation, only
One lemony lick away
From Salivation
Cosimo Giovine 