Still in the Attic of my Mind…

  
I kiss his cold lips 

And feed him my salty tears. 

Dead Boy does love me. 

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In the Attic of my Mind

  
Say boy, are you dead? 

Lips of blue and fingers cold. 

I will lie with you. 

Hibernating Haiku

  
In love we will sleep,

Like a pond under winter. 

Waiting for its thaw.