Love Me Hard

Lightning doesn’t have to kindle firestorms. While we feed on each other’s flame no other heat will take us apart. Love me because we’ve tasted the scarlet ink writing our souls to heaven without hammering flesh and bone to pieces.

if you know me well,
you will love me hard… knowing
I’ll love you better

 

Fire of Love, by Samarel

 

the wee notes…
– crafted to life out of the replies 13 of you provided when I asked what the senryū portion of this haibun made you feel. Thank you for writing with me, my Wicked Luvs. You can read the actual responses here, here and here.
– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

 

Chasing Wholeness with a Knife

her nightmares

seek asylum
in uncanny ink,

bled by a tongue
bitten hard
by her own teeth

– – –

a broken woman

forever chasing
wholeness with a knife,

cutting through all
she wants
but fails to understand

– – –

all pitied her,

before
she maimed the village.

“I just wanted
to fix you,” she said again,
believing the lie

 

part of the inspiration behind this cherita trio,
the rest is in the wee notes

the wee notes…
– after two people got into a fistfight, over James Comey and 45 (one called 45 a liar and Comey a patriot, the other called Comey a traitor and 45 a necessity), an old-timer said to me, “And that’s the bad of it. That man’s lies cut people.” I have no idea if he was talking about Comey or about the Orange Infection. But the words stayed with me, the image of lies cutting through people like a knife.
– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.