Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Haiku in the Shape of Jazz

Niki Conolly with a Mask







































kissing her lips, kiss
her mouth the wet falling in
the shape of my tongue.

pressing her body,
it smelled like opium in
the shape of her face.

my hands, her fingers,
a shadow passes over
the shape of a dream.

a shadow of jazz-
white slender arms forever
the shape on her bed.

eyes open, can’t breathe.
black of night her lips like smoke
in the shape of jazz.

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