Haikus for a Wednesday Night

Latin swing music.
Patchouli on your washed skin.
Books falling off the bed.

Staccato raindrops.
The cold outline of your crucifix
Pressed against my back.

Your fingers trace my scars.
Just two habitual drifters
In an indifferent night.

Skateboarding at Midnight

The jetplane whirr of wheels
Startles an orchestra
Of unseen crickets.

Chiaroscuro blur
Of lamposts, trees; lamposts, trees.
The world melts away.

Beer-fueled, sneakered feet.
Rise to meet wood, then concrete.
We leave the world behind.

Memories of Langkawi

~ Memories of Langkawi ~

i.
The Andaman Sea
Reflected in your shades
Sparkles like your smile.

ii.
The senile engine
Roars into its rented life
We're on the road again.

iii.
Brine and breeze
In your hair and my sundress.
Sand between our toes.

iv.
The days ahead hold
The promise of adventure.
Rules cannot bind us.

v.
Down at the kart tracks
I trace your trajectory
Trying to catch up.

vi.
Gravel deflects off
The visor that screens my pain
From your knowledge.

vii.
The rush of octane
Tapers to a standstill.
I yield to your touch.

viii.
You hold my blistered arm
And offer conciliatory
Ice lollies and balm.

ix.
Your six-foot frame
Silhouetted against the sky
Buoyed by the winds.

x.
A gentle descent.
In the shallow foaming surf
You return to me.

xi.
The limestone pinnacles
Jewelled crowns and lit candles
Celebrate our union.

xii.
Sylvan symphony.
Nothing but the forest and
The secrets it keeps.

xiii.
Fertility Lake.
In its dark primordial waters
We paddle, insouciant.

xiv.
Full fathom five
Neptune's force ebbs and eddies
Around us, callous.

xv.
Island eventide.
In the shadows we embrace
Solace in silence.

xvi.
Your sonorous voice
Reading to me of cows and gaurs
Lulls me into slumber.