Blue White Haikus

The bride sings the blues

White knights in shining armor

Wilted boutonnieres.

Peachy plum red face

Turns and pulls down her knickers

Spotted harvest moon. 

Crimson rose in hand

Prickly thorns in my rear end

She loves tender meat. 

Sea foam laps his thighs

Rivulets down his spear shaft

Poseidon blushes. 

She locks eyes on me

White ribbon lace on blue key

But no hotel room. 

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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