Haiku #30: Fat Tuesday

Purple, green, and gold
Bourbon jazz in St. Louie
Lips warm with Spring heat

What?

What is this new thing?
A thing movies are made of.
Scenes acted out
in a most comedic order
Neither of us knowing the plot.
A turn of events so shocking
that the audience had not expected.
Those are always the best ones.
No really,
what was that?
So wrong but so right
High from the night
The liquid
The songs
This must be wrong
So, so wrong.
And right.
Writing this for you.
Never knew you'd be the topic of my discussion.
After all the fussing
Eye rolls
And turned up noses
Came the lusting
Sneaking up on us
And crushing familiarity.
You stared at me like
your body ached.
Like your mind was crazed
from hands squeezing thighs
that
any other time
would be pointing away from you.
Our lips knew just what to do
in close proximity.
Intimate thoughts crept into me
And wrong from right became unclear.
Therefore
sir
I plead insanity.
Praying that the end of this
wrong, wrong thing
is near.

The Wanting

And here it comes again
The wanting.
Puppeting your hands with my own.
The feeling of lips kissing secrets and
eliminating all but us
But
You're not here to join me.
Sometimes
I let these images take over
Lose control on purpose
So that you can control me
unknowingly.
And now you're knowing me much more than you should.
Loving me better
than any other man could.
Offering me more than they would
And I'm still pretending it's you
that's touching me.
Giving me life with each phone call
Poem
And memory.
This is scaring me
Really

Haiku #29

You shouldn't love me.
Live focused as the Wolf. Be
not like the Lion.

Haiku #28

Falling hard as bricks.
This love thing should be easy
like Sabbath dawning.

Haiku #27

Awaken to me
dampened by the night and sun.
Kissed by summer rains.

In response to your question...

Yes it is difficult.
It has never been easy
And now I am holding back.
I admit that
This has been the case since our very first encounter.
But really,
How could I not?
How silly would I be to let you consume me
Let you have every bit of my energy
Let you be preserved in history
As my tragedy.
For you will be nothing more.
I've seen this all before.
We all have.
You're very aware of what you have in me.
You see pure love in my artistry
Felt it while you rocked me to sleep
And I will forever be a mystery
Never fully uncovered.
You ran to me
Hoping to be my lover and
For a moment
Nothing existed but us.
But
Sentimental Mood's caressing my eardrums
As I write us back into
This time
This place
Tracing over truth with ink
So you can't miss its face.
In your current state
My obsession would be a waste.