Lonely Heart’s Home

Empty bed for two

Empty spot for a kitten

But no one comes home.

Still in the Attic of my Mind…

I kiss his cold lips 

And feed him my salty tears. 

Dead Boy does love me. 

Hibernating Haiku

In love we will sleep,

Like a pond under winter. 

Waiting for its thaw. 

Homage to the Arctic Monster

Cold on my fingers
“I’m not gonna die alone”
Just let the snow fall.