haiku

grab heart-beats by strings
attached to the soul…listen
to night sing woe songs.


wanna introduce you to my own personal form of haiku/tanka poetry…something I affectionately call a Tyku after my middle name.




tyku

took a pen, wrote his
breathe into my soul,
we grabbed the sun by
colors; tacking our
love in heat and cold…
we passion with ease.


tyku

chile, its fine when you
go your way; i go
m way, we do our
own thangs! not really
obligated to
tolerate each other!


tyku

he can touch me in
the morning,’ spread my
thighs open filling
me with his own spe/
cial brand of blkness;
leavin’ me so spent.


tyku

God help the wounded
soul of a man trapped
behind his own lust;
willin’ to loose his
reflection between
the scent of a man.


©2006 “House of Atreus” Publishing/K. Duval-Atreus