drawn to
the smell of the dark night
I go out
and lie down naked...
inch by inch enveloped in its scent
as night deepens
I hunger for the blood
of the lonely
disguised as Cupid
I shoot arrows into their hearts
Special February Issue of Sketchbook (Vol., No. 1)
A Room of My Own: Crescent Moon and Midnight Train Haiku
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I'm still still
with this crescent moon ...
midnight train passing
FYI: The following haiku could be read as its prequel:
at the crescent moon
the silence...