Blind Love- A Haiku Trio

hovering above
breasts exposed and glittering
the hush of wing beats

swinging precision
blinking eyes wide behind beads
more than drops raining

upsetting the dawn
dreams reduced to possession
bittersweet having

Sockeye

A dimpled swirl breaks the placidity
of the elbow of the stream
where the tumult and the tempest
the temptation and turbulence
find rest and repose
in the bosom of the meme.

Deep want.
Focused foray
into heaving
into having
into
rhythmic
pulse
reach
haul
lure.

Take.
Taken the fly
swallowed the bait
the swirl reemerges
as a splashing
as a thrashing
red gills
like red rubies
pumping
darkening
in the throes of living
dying
for a hunger.

Hook jawed
played out
hard fought
tailed and
brought
into possession,
the crimson flame dims
and its embers fade
by the moment.

You've had it.
It was reddest in the having
in the taking.
Less vivid now in the had and took
harpooned
by a barbless hook.

Antipathy

She is purging now
reaching past the experiments
the exclamation
points
punctuation
temporary ecstasy
arching
aching
antipathy
followed too quickly
by a reality
that is too lonely
and too far
from Light.

pressing ever northward
aurora borealis
obscured by birch smoke

Skips

And so it goes.
Endless obscurity--
the path to imperceptible infidelity.
And wanting...junkie wanting.
Conundrum.
Or, if this is too close
at too particular a moment,
I may laugh
and shrug
and say "art, art, art."

Except that I have
memories,
and olfactory imprints,
and the skips
of older graceful records.

hornets on apples
cider and goldenrod
in fields our nostrils flare

woven in