Even lamplight cannot penetrate the obliteration of blizzard white – the icy absence between us. Red was the colour of our passion, now red is
Naughty thrilled her – lacked inhibitions toward elicit, tantalized by promised ‘nice’ Imagined blood red petals strewn atop steamy suds, champagne flutes and intoxicating entanglements.
A cup of kindness, simple, yet moving target – social tides failing. (Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: cup/ goal. Image from personal collection.)
Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans
Brother, angel me, a slow cat growl, he, an ocean blue seer, a son of blushing peace me, the wilder, would bleed self velvet dazzle
Children’s laughter echoes through these halls, and we light on last log against the gathering chill – our hearts aglow with memories – some cherished,