Fucking above me
If only this turned me on
I think she’s faking
At the suggestion of ordering gluten-free pizza her eyes light up
Yes yes yes, she cries out
And together we carefully select the proper ingredients to satisfy our palettes
It’s funny: she could pass for a ten year old
But she has the culinary taste of a sophisticated adult
She salivates at the thought of sundried tomatoes
Beams at the promise of sushi
Begs for another handful of mixed nuts
Or a few more drops of freshly squeezed orange juice
One time we even took shots of a thick green celery concoction
That she deliberately picked out when we were surfing the aisles at my local veggie mart
Her giggle was worth the tacky taste
Our new favourite drink is San Pellegrino with lemon
Sometimes accompanied by fried chicken in a rosé sauce
Spoonfuls of peanut butter
Forkfuls of artichoke hearts
And perhaps some assorted berries for dessert
Now I find my eyes lighting up whenever she asks
Politely, unassuming
Got anything good to eat…?
words flit free
like rickety slaps
of the tongue
Sorry, that was a terrible attempt at a pun.
I’ve reached 100 haiku! I’ve been a little lazy with the updates, so I think I’ll take a break for a little while and come back to this when I’m feeling inspired to start again. Happy haiku-ing!
One hundred haiku
This one will be lazier
Perpendicular
Cougar kills kindly
Captures her prey with kisses
Confines with cuddling
Cougar
Clock strikes past midnight
Werewolves come inside to play
Halloween bed mate
Retro romantic
Sporting a distinguished grin
Raises his top hat
—
for Rick Kaulbars on his birthday
Heavenly creatures
Operatic sing along
Kisses in the grass
Long distance quarrels
Passive-aggressive no time
To write a response
