Monday, 27 August 2018

August Haiku #5

Fingerprinted hope
Left chafing upon my soul
Like so many loves

Faith

It's nothing
To lie awake for
To lose hours of sleep a night over
It's nothing
Just that their hands are too scared
Their eyes are too small
Their mouths are too sheltered
To comprehend you
Keep yourself sacred
Until you meet the brave
The big hearted
The open mouthed and hungry
It's nothing
To wait until you are met
With the worthy

Unzip

I am scarcely contained
Waiting for
Somebody to crack
The code of my silence
And zip me open

August Haiku #4

Hold me down harder
Touch my skin like it's silver
Paint my spirit gold

Yearning

Shouldn't it feel like dancing?
Not like a test
Of endurance
Stamina
Not like an audition
Shouldn't it feel like music?
Pulsing harmonies
Layered
Like sunshowers
Midsummer
Shouldn't it feel like swing time?

Spent

My offerings
Drip down these walls
Suffocating
So little blood
Left to let
So little love
Left to sacrifice
I am dessicated
And you shine
 

Skinless

This ugliness
Pulls down on me
Until 
All I want 
Is to peel away
My skin
And spill like 
So much meat upon
The earth
I may be used as
Food for thought
After all