Green Door Haikus

Lovers come and go

Rolled stockings on a heater

No outlet for plug. 

Behind the green door

Ivory Soap girl with baby

Hidden in chambers.

Softly from Paris

Marquis de Sade in red dress

Blood drips from a rose. 

Disrobe her with words

Her bosom heaves when I speak

Beasts lick nippled ears. 

Potted plant and lime

Her bones sprouting out from soil

Shaved bush in my tea.

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

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

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