Haiku 5.30

wood smoke and lilac

waft across the fresh cut lawn

slowly the night falls

Essence

dawn waits with bated breath
for morning’s kiss to lower
onto her tender upturned lips

It is the infinitesimal space
as your mouth is descending slowly
the hesitation before brushing ever so softly
against mine

the heartbeat that stretches
pregnant with the weighty hush
of expectation
protracting moments with its potential

like the heaviness of night’s footsteps
as he slips from evening’s bed
leaving behind her blushing skies
to face the day alone