haikus

Don’t lift your head yet.
Early Fall nights slip together.
Never really worth enough.

Stop, put down your hand.
Time never comes on slowly—
waiting for my fall,

not simply goodbye;
allowing summer to escape—
Sun-stripped sidewalk.

Doors pulled tightly closed,
unrequited lust right now,
Sonnets on Saturday,

sometimes, but not here.
Winter wind whipped to red.
Love’s always secret.