Haiku by Brina

I’ll write a haiku,
the one that’s made just for you,
but stay here, with me.

My brain is empty,
inspiration is leaving,
and – what now, lovely?

Once I just felt your
lips touch my red, red cheeks – that
I’ll never forget.

When I’m without you,
my breaths stab my heart for fun.
And you have no clue.