My Box

Just like Pandora,

Opening my box won’t kill you.

Years should’ve proved that.

Naked Without Sanctuary 

You were my safety 

Everyone else is dangerous  

I accept this fact 

Mason Jars and Memories

Afternoon napping, 

The smell of honey and earth

Intertwined and tea. 

Sex, Food and Haiku

Recalling the past.
All chaos and grub-crawling.
The best sex ever.

Cravings, Crushes and Coriander

If I had a wish
Lights and spices wouldn’t do
Run away with me.

Curated and Contaminated

Like a museum
Defiled and degraded.
Now I’m on display.

Haiku in the Garden of Deviant Knowledge

Is this your knowledge?
“Garden of earthly delights”
You’ve grown no delights.

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