I, committed writer
of your body,
a scroll of eros;
you, casual reader
of my face,
a map of solitude.
We screw each other
less in reading
than in writing.
Breadcrumb Scabs, 17, May 2010
A Room of My Own: Winter Stars Haiku
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half awake, alone ...
winter stars upon stars
upon stars
FYI: This haiku could be read as a prequel to the following:
more darkness
more stars
moving on
...
