haiku 5.18.13

past fog and grey light
pink blossoms peek, greeting day
like toes under quilts

haiku 5.15.13

she pours out her soul
like wine, i imbibe and leave
her empty 'till dawn

ink and tension

i read the stories
spelled out across your shins

buttery skin cut by vivid paint
all the protect the wound inside

trysts by cyberspace a peace treaty
but our attraction demands a war fought by tongues

will you paint another tale
on yourself to carry?

and will this one, with me wrapped in ink and tension
be more vivid than others?

haiku 5.8.13

like old drawbridges
she parted her lips;kisses
lapping like warm waves

nails the color of merlot

paint your fingernails
the color of merlot
so that when you slip your hands
between your thighs
you can get more drunk
after we kiss

leave that wine
at the corners of the apricot slices
you were gifted as lips
so i can savor them in kisses
as i grab you by your hips
so that dessert can begin

these stockings against your skin
grow damp with your honey
and your nails
painted the color of merlot
dig into my back
saying only one thing:

'tonight, we will be drunkards and tomorrow, lovers.'

haiku 5.4.13

framed by fading sun
love painted by our tongues;we
let it dry at night

assata on her bounty

morning greets her
on a veranda in the hills
sitting lotus style
as she sips tea
laced with the nectar of agave
and freedom ripped from fascists.

see, mornings
that live after a state
condemns you to die
got their own power
that cuts clouds to bleed out sun.

Assata laughs seeing the news
hearing she shares space on a list
where Bin Laden used to be,
she sits with pieces of soul named George, Bobby & Huey
smiles and says, 'more proof freedom isn't free.'