He's The Only 32 He'll Ever Be - Happy Birthday, Brother

Haiku(s)
by CMJ

Peeking in I saw

Skin and sex raw beneath sheets

sigh! A sullen boy…

The things I wanted

accumulate into things

in a whirlwind.

Blasphemous sentence,

disowning your past belief.

Thank God for such words.

Her lips roistered up

and awake I am for them.

A kiss starts the day.

Collected inside

are clutterings of manmade
escapism trade.