Douse It Out

There is not enough wine To drown out the sound Of your laughter While she is in your arms Instead of me -Kel Dayheart

Haiku #37

My head in the clouds Wistful is my state of mind No roots anywhere

Naked, he stood against the light.

I am the cornerstone Of this moment I am its heart It consumes me Until I am Only this moment -Kel Dayheart

Tactless, is the way you speak Especially, when speaking to me -Kel Dayheart

Love is a choice That I choose Not to part take in

I am scrambling To find the words

What was less yesterday More today, and

She never had to ask He freely gave

I can taste a bitter wine Upon your tongue