Love & Smiles

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.

Four Haiku in A Minor


Dusky summer haze

Powders the darkening hill

Tops on fire with ash



The crow flutters west

Loose from the flock flying east—

Rising dark star flees



A spider web strand

Serpentines up, severing

The day from dark night



Salvation, only

One lemony lick away

From Salivation