Haiku on Friday 5.8

slipping between sheets

scented of afternoon sun

smooth against a burn

.

your warm lips brushing

across even warmer skin

ever so gently

.

even in the dark

as you turn into my kiss

your smile shines brightly

taste of the ocean

as the rain ends
the earth offers up
its rich, loamy breath

mantled by darkness
I lay awake
breathing in its scent

as you lay beside me
bonelessly dreaming
and I wish for the ocean

the wind becomes the sound
of waves crashing, I taste
my tears salty as the sea.

Thanks, Phill, for the inspiration! To read his – click here