I could never say
what love is but often
I say I love you
*
you’re shy? it’s okay—
I can drip love from these words
instead of flooding
*
who says there is
only one sun? let’s think
vaster than that
*
falling through
the spaces between stars
a temple of emptiness
*
a velvet cage
is still a cage she said
scissors in hand
Temple haiku is the one for me. You have transformed the stars into pillars.
beautiful questions (openness) in each.
Thank you dear Erika
Your last 3 lines are sweet terror. So very true.* She reaches for her scissors.*
Cages everywhere …