Wednesday, December 14, 2005

haiku for him

you looked so pristine
i saw you just laying there
and curled up next to you

i woke to your touch
you smiled down at me and said
i brought you breakfast

you opened the door
and shook me a martini
i just shook my head

promises you made
were the ones for which i'd longed
but can they come true?

you strummed your guitar
i wanted to place your hands
on my waist, and dance.

the sweet things you said
make me wonder if there's hope
for more sweet whispers