first kiss --
behind the bookshelf
her scent lingers
Her parting words scribbled in pencil on the back of a transfer ticket:
Elizabeth and I finally enter the caves -- warm, damp, and fold upon fold -- that are bigger than your mind can hold. With my mouth, I swallow her and myself ...
Alone on the road to our favorite beach. It twists along the edge of the ragged coastline.
waves lapping ...
that night her fingers
Modern Haiku, 45:3, Autumn 2014