cold whispered draft

That cold sharp shiver
jabbing like a hot fork
up my shuddering spine.
No matter how many layers
I wrap myself in,
and no matter how many times
I tuck my shirt
into my pants.
You still creep through.

for you

For you and only you
I would;

Rush home early,
in a sweaty stumbling state.
Just so I can hand you
a cup of tea
with a warming kiss
when you walk
through the door.

In the cold
slumbering mornings
I would fetch warmed socks
from the clunking radiator
for your sleepy feet.
First thing during
these winter mornings.

With a hungry gaze
towards that last slice
of chocolate toffee cake
I would stand guard
with my fork.
So noone,
apart from you, can eat it.

I would even tolerate
your Facebook clicking,
through friends photos.
Whining that you look awful
in every photo
even though you never do.

a haiku about a lovers touch

.ThatSpark.
To restart my heart,
resuscitation only
requires your touch.

burlesque haiku

.Whoops.
Anticipation,
private burlesque show for me.
Ejaculation.

a haiku about a hard on

.CaughtOutside.
Walking leaning slouch
jumper pulled well down to hide.
Mans hard untamed lust.

a teen swimming haiku

.QuakeInHisWake.
Teen in swimming race
cheater for using rudder.
Well hung boys hormones.

Some haikus

.GentlemansRules.
The three second rule
invalid if 'saved' is called.
Damn regional rules.

.LikeBreakfast.
Bone cut wood splinters
to grazing fires hunger.
Snap, crackle and pop.

pretty eyes haiku

.YourSpotlightStare.
Pretty hole punched eyes
lighting this darkness inside.
Warm glow on my heart.

haikus some more

.NationalRail.
Train crawls, at slow pace
snail trundles commuters home.
Unwanted patience.

.TightCoat.
Carefully wrapped up
Brown paper parcel in twine.
Man in soggy rain.

autumn fingers

Autumn branches hang
creaking downwards,
cold, sharp yet brittle
like elerderly fingers.
Strangely soft and comforting
Grandmothers touch.

a haiku about crows

.TheBirds.
Like black peppercorns
rolling across kitchen top.
Crows crowd overhead.

a HP sauce haiku

.TearHere.
Dear HP sauce man,
design sachets better, please.
Yours, truely covered.

haikus abotu the cold and the wet rain

.ArcticWinters.
Through sock hole pokes toe,
like inuit wrapped up tight.
Cosy warm slumber.

.NaturesDestruction.
In formation flight
planet destroying starships.
Clouds loaded with rain.

pull me free

Precious hours pass away
sacrifice myself
to stop the bleeding
hourglass drip.
Just to prolong
this time with you.

Body and soul buried deep
my arm sticks upwards,
reaching,
like excalibur.
Waiting, you're the only one
who can pull me free.

Hands lock like eternal cogs
together they control
our destiny.
Drown in the eternal sand
my love this time wasted,
now found.

burnt up

Stabbed deep in the heart
with what feels like
a car cigarette lighter,
emotions rapidly boil.
Blood congeals
this burn slowly heals.
Scarred skin
now only remains.

My lover,
my bestfriend,
you traitor.
Into this isolation
once again.

some haikus

.SpreadBed.
Mini jam packets
like firmly made tiny beds,
Peel back and dive in.

.ThatChildWithin.
Soft buttery toast,
over face like baby wipes.
Adult comfort.

.OurColds.
Learn to stand alone
then chopped down for firewood.
Damn these cold winters.

shorelines

Shorelines constantly changing.
Waves breaking
like splintering wooden beams,
reveals sparkling
geological rock seams.
Natures cold textures updating.

Rough salt air
dries lingering skin,
washed ashore,
new life can begin.
Tides rise quickly
then depart.
Beach clean and fresh
like a recently vaccumed carpet.