Cafe latte chatter at midnight
Street markets on a warm spring night
The street vibe under the bright lights
You and I sit by the sea light
Midnight mango Lassi with moonlight
Category: night
Haiku: Weight of your Words
The weight of your words,
heavy on my broad shoulders
as the night sets in.
Come Alone
Come to me,
leave everything you love alone.
Be with me;
give up your humanity for me.
Live with me;
love me more than you love them.
Come alone;
with one bite, I will free you from
humanity’s snare and guide you
into the shadows and the dark.
Between Nightmares
Perspiration and a feeling of heat take hold within the stifling sheets.
Sleep comes slow, yet when it comes, events progress, and I’m standing in front of a light green house with gold-laced windows in a forest at the top of a hill at the end of a cul-de-sac.
Nothing makes sense, as a random stranger dances up with multiple women and says he’s been waiting for me to arrive.
Events progress, then I’m awake from one nightmare only to see something in the bathroom mirror. A heart can only miss so many beats as the sheets become a greenhouse.
Between the nightmares, your side of the bed is empty. You sit in another room playing a game at 2 am, while sleep is inevitable.
Succubus
Obscured by darkness
Revealed by moonlight
Beauty amongst roses
Ugliness in those eyes
Purring for a night kiss
Lips cold as winter ice
Pale Innocence
Rosy red lips,
supple sweet hips.
A mind like a whip
giving you the lip.
Pride and Prejudice vibes,
taking all of those jibes.
Pale innocence is a lure,
a desire for what is pure.
Mazarine eyes of light,
dancing into the night.
A chance to ask her for more,
relieved you don’t see the door.
The sea calls you both away,
to say what you want to say.
La Luna
Dancing within our words,
sitting by the amber lamplight.
Looking at the other,
we see particles of starlight.
Loving what is blooming,
La Luna words by the moonlight.
Breath of Darkness
A forest dream
under the full moon.
The wolves run wild,
an owl hoots,
the trees whisper words
you cannot understand.
A silvery moon
hides behind the clouds.
The shiver up your spine,
flesh touches flesh,
a warm breath of darkness
as you wake up.
Bitter Night
Dewdrops to some, sweat beads to others; this is her reality.
Dreams and visions of depravity, horror, and the current, past, and future human perspectives flood her mind.
Dripping and soggy in the atrocities of her fellow human beings, the seer sees what others do not want to see.
Dreaming through the bitter night, to be restored and tired in the morning; a lofty price paid to see what others cannot see
Daylight doesn’t stop the lingering images of what has or may come, yet who is a seer to change what cannot be undone?
Decurro journey through a difficult test, watching the world fall apart and remaining grateful, kind, and courageous.
Tanka: Desert Sand
The hot desert sand.
Walking upon the sand of
countless burning rays.
The hot desert day turns to
night, as we worship the stars.
C & K 