A Handful of Haiku

the wind’s wings closing
over my heart stir me like
music from your heart

passing with delight
into this obscurity
each other’s embrace

a water caress
it presses and sucks on me
just like a lover

an afternoon swoon
you inhabit my body
seagulls cry for us

joyous animal
I when you discover my
formerly blind fold

nights of a woman
let the corpse lie in its best
state of splendid bliss

By Ute Margaret Saine

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