Our lips touch ripples
of what could be, as we sip
from love's sweet nectar.
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Our lips touch ripples
of what could be, as we sip
from love's sweet nectar.
from love´s sweet necter
a blander hoeny is formed
and yet we still drink
And yet we still drink--
Though we are satisfied,
We take all we can
Erm... I thought I did... Maybe I'm missing one... Sorry...:blush:
We take all we can
till plump on fertile passion,
brain of purple lips.
Brain of purple lips
Violet bubbles grace these vines
Dionysian Harvest
Dionysian Harvest-
Supply us with sweet furment
For the Bacchanal
For the Bacchanal
Heavy arsenal of wine
Whift of wild grape vine
Whift of wild grape vine
We speed past, ripe orchards gleam
Night breeze of harvest
Night breeze of Harvest
The smell of growth and decay
Dismal Autumn nights
Dismal Autumn nights
Bring forth winters hardened freeze
Thaw my tethered heart
Thaw my tethered heart
Melt the binding icicles
Set me loose again
Love that Misscaroline!
Set me loose again
To wander free and easy
Barred from life's prison
Barred from life's prison
My helpless cries heard by none
Lost and abandoned
(Thanks :)! I only just got the guts to try this today...)
I have to say, these last few pages of haiku are great! I'm amazed, you guys are awesome!
Lost and abandoned
yet strange lights beckon always
'till we find our way
Nice one MissC
Lost and abandoned
An island of solitude
Looms before me now