Be it Briefly

Shivered by your words

when I thought I was your muse

coffee and indie.

— — —

Hold me for one night

let me feel your flesh on mine

leave when it hits five.

— — —

It was never wise

more of a naive jenny

yet still fresh in me.

— — —

I had dreamt of you

woken up by your allure

unfettered by bye.

— — —

Just for a brief time

I will think of you on Spruce

or in my past life.

// a series of Haiku //