Under the bright sun you lock me in a sweet dream. I burn but don’t care.
The dense fog outside, Much like the fog in my mind, Under your kisses.
Paulo Coelho, Philosopher impostor, … More Haiku Coelho
You, long boring book. I, reader indifferent. The, library closed.
Cafeteria. My cappuccino and I. My mojo missing.
When I saw your face, my warrior heart white-flagged. Capitulation.
Infatuated, I sculpt your face in the clouds, for my eyes only.
Got tailored space suit. Want to look sleek free floating around cyber space.
Work marionettes, Dancing by others’ music, Dreaming to break free.
Conquering shyness before conquering your heart. Herculean task.