Requiem ~ Haiku
a life cycle told
in words that cannot explain
the human drama
Flexing skeletons
Bright dance upon sky platforms
Tethered solo flight
empty rooms with billowing pillowcases
caught in the breeze of moving bodies
as they tote the boxes out
bubble wrapped time worn memories
held suspended between sheets of dotted air
and corrugated paper
stacked like silent watching sentries
positioned back against the wall
of missing frames
I reach for a velvet hand
concealed in a suede impostor
batteries at the ready
Begging for release
hidden deep within the
vaginal walls of complacency
Longing replaced with cold
empty thoughts of writhing
bodies sweat soaked
A moan escapes aloud
unbidden guests enter
warm dark spaces
Approaching the ledge
stopping to glance down
at the swelling flesh
Release is not sweet orgasm
nor cherished treasure
it reeks of solitude