Two Haikus

1.

I –

Wing across clouds.

Red swing, green earth, whirling leaves.

You –

Song on my lips.

2.

I –

Wind in the rain.

Dirt-flecks, dead leaves, leaking roof.

You –

Flame in my heart.

How can I smear

How can I smear

The rippling-water, soaring-bird, boy-laughter colour

Of your eyes with the dark clouds

Of my smudged eyeliner?

You smoke your cigarette, I mine.

Thus I won’t smear

Your cool-glass lips

With my sweat-sticky strawberry lip-gloss.

Matchstick lit

Matchstick lit,

That night you leaned

Your head against hers

And inhaled.

His gaze on my cheek,

I dangled my feet

Above grey water

And exhaled.

You snip at the hem

Of our patchwork house

With your brutal blade

Of honesty.

I sweep up the dust

Of darkness and deceit

And flush it down the chute

Of my silence.