haikus about men i have slept with: set thirteen

XXXVIII.
I wanted escape.
Bus rides through the desert; and
just playing pretend.

XXXIX.
Fast, past cafe lights
Freedom, if just on your moto.
Then we broke your bed.

XLI.
Your thick black hair and
my multiple orgasms
were squashed by culture.



XXXVI on hold indefinitely. To read more of this series click here.