Haikus were always my favourite poems to write. The limitations in syllables only serve to condense the vast array of our human language. First emerged in Japanese literature in the 17th century as a sort of rebuttal to the elaborative traditional poems. I find it likened to the bad boy of poems, going against the grain and a stick to authority. Can a poem do that? Maybe not this poem but I shall keep trying.
The way you open
making my work so easy
I love holding you
They say when you fall in love it consumes all fibres of your being. Consider these fibres consumed.
All my love,