Haiku Poetry – Page 8 – aka, The Abject Muse

Her

Lost in fantasies of Ms. Flavor-of-the-Week? Your silence screams her.

The fire in your eyes and the sweetness of your lips— How can I say no?

If you could have two I’d gladly be the second: Sometimes beats never.

when you look at me like you do, my heart flips like a wild acrobat.

The girl on the swing Long, blonde hair bright as the sun I knew her well. Once.