“Haiku’s for No One”
Haiku’s for no one,
For my perfect lovely girl
Who was never named.
“Sweetness”
Her voice is as sweet
As the words it ne’er will speak.
My muted beauty.
“Silk”
Shaggy spider web silk
Sandy blonde at roots
Strawberry at the tips
“Conditioner”
Fondles her mid-back
Finger stroking windily
Coiled for emphasis
“A Green Ground”
Yellow rivulets
Of limestone green, purple pores
Specked with birthstone blue.
“Pools”
All expression and
Communication should swim
In these profound thoughts.
“Lips”
Flesh-bills as soft as music
Full as gibbous moon
Pale as unspoke thought
“A Taste”
Receptive moist skin
Eden tastes as orange sherbert
E’er pleasing and chilled
“Tegument”
Marred with complexion
As soft as her gentle heart
Freckled where I kiss
“Thermal Need”
Meager covering
To touch ever chilled as ice
Requiring my warmth
“Llama”
Name as rolling and
Long as the Georgia Piedmont
Or family feud
“Camel”
A boyscout snake, this
Label ties up tongue and
Constricts capacity
“Indecencies”
With froggy toes webbed
Her feet will be as flippers;
I hate being pinched.
“Necking”
A polished tower
Hair’s curled from the left, behind,
Over to bosom
“Objectivity”
Proportional to all
Things to her figure
Be it petite or plump.
“Thailand”
Surface tension smooth
As stretchéd and long as my love
For her will last.
“A Doll”
Height is important.
She must be life-sized enough
To be seen by all.
“A Right to Bear”
These cannot be
Underestimated she does
Need them to grasp me.
“Obelisks”
Delicate power
Shafts strong enough to support
The weight of my head
“Washington”
The roll is calléd
Their number is thirty-two
In their gum wrapper
“Semi-Very Precious”
Pearly off-white stones must be
Long enough for her
To lovingly nip
“Singing How She Does”
The deformation
Isn’t length or shape
But it’s desire to nuzzle
“Licking? Good”
To hold like a dream
Long as needs be with the nails
Gilded like stained glass
“Placement”
Like dwarves in caverns
Fitting comfortably in
The vastness of mine.
“Jojo”
Stately as naught else,
Fleshed out to prevent ennuí,
Unslumpéd grandeur
“Maybe”
When I see my love
Outside of dream, then I’d say
Earthy love exists.