Haiku – Page 5 – aka, The Abject Muse

Tryst

Sweet magic moments between twilight and darkness; when we’re together.

It was a sloppy slip of tongue; a quick, lewd glance and the whole world knew.

Almost, but not quite. it looks like you missed your shot— or did I miss mine?

When “so close” becomes “too close,” people sniff and step away— it’s body odor

Recipe for Peace: Hold hands and sing Kumbayah Add water, shake well.