Sudden flowers lapse

Sweet one, I’m so foreign to your luxury
I have no interest in champagne
I’d much rather an outstretched soul
The speck of birds in a silence of intimacy
I’m quiet like that, in awe of the little things

I’m the initial letters of lost fingerprints
A cherished voice that can disappear
As soon as I came, free in the watery prismatic white-and-blue

While I’m filled with glowing tributes
I’d rather live a lonely maturity today
Than always hoping for solace in the long journey
A bullet of delight, in the middle of the night
Nature’s beauty spilt in Korean-Portuguese

I know the flower’s life, the ocean’s beauty
The blue, to blue-green to olive set of a woman
There’s no margin for error in the feminine mystique

The years of mating, the search for experience
And it hurt to feel your singing flamencos go
Your wet destiny of the rumor of the sky’s thousand lips
Reflected in your bottomless feelings and charms
But with time, salt and whispers, I’ll forget you

Savaged by the carnivorous impulse in my hope
Where thirst is never enough, and in the calculation of time
I’m not immune to the fragrance of the distant pollen
That beckons me indignantly across the fields

Sweet one, I have no energy for anything but
The sudden flower of reciprocity.

Coffee Haiku Café

Coffee Haiku Café

Give me that haiku of coffee
For it’s spiteful in the morning
To have to do without
Her breath of South America

Coffee and I start chapters well
And end in poems crashing
Out of the worst dehydration
Tantrums, temper hiccups

Terror-headaches, you should have quit/
I haven’t left coffee on a date yet
She’s pulled me through
A lot of coffee shops, late night

Marathon writing sessions
I’m going out on a limb here
To say that coffee is the only
Drug I’d be afraid to lose

As writing is a long-term relationship
And coffee is the foreplay
Of vengeance and poetry
I’d be indolent and fearful
Without her, I think.