Haiku Revelation

I’m in danger right now, as I sip my beer and try to catch your gaze, Your eyes empty with nights high and hot like butter melting into me I think: I want to curl up on the blue couch each time I pass your room Beside you my breath draws closer to soak in this smell: cool juice and ash We whirl past weeks and months, notebooks devoted to writing the same words There are years and weed and ripping echoes between us, blocking the route I lay limp and stuck running into hangovers slammed against concrete Luke-warm coffee and overripe papaya on grey mornings, alone Here, take my loose words from Saturday night and know they’re real and rotting.