she knows

 
her hands
cool silk
cupping his warmest thoughts
in their deepest recesses.
gone now
by decades,
but those cool hands
part time
sink inside
the folds of his mind.
a silver spoon
stirring the moon
into his coffee,
lifting velvet kisses
to his lips.

she knows
he thinks of her
even now.
wraps her
cool silk hands
around a
warm china cup,
purses velvet lips
gently blows
steam from her coffee.
she smiles as
vaporous lovers
swirl and dance.
she knows
and drinks him in.

Copyright © 2006 Karen Suriano

The Need (Haiku)

desperate people
comprise lengthy lines, not for
food. their need: starbucks

Copyright © 2006 Karen Suriano