# If You Are Reading These They May Be About You

Author: Rob MacWolf
Tags: Poetry, haiku

#57 of poetry

I woke up with the pieces of these rattling around in my head. The first haiku is in fact an accurate description of the circumstances of the writing.
I don't usually write horny poetry. And I don't usually write haiku. Yet here we are.

Husbands beside me  
Breathe loud in the darkness  
Just before sunrise.

I ought to sleep more,  
But all my dreams were passion  
And I am too roused.

All my dreams have turned  
To smoldering near-erections  
And poems half-remembered.

Poems to many friends   
Whom I wish to hold, naked,  
And talk about poems.

To friends who are men  
And also wolves or foxes   
Or lions, in their souls.

To friends who are bears,  
Who fight like hungry badgers,   
And who love like dogs.

Poems of the passions  
That animals like us stoke  
For we're not yet dead.

Poems of the feeling,  
Against my grateful muzzle,  
Of my god's chest fur.

Poems that speak of  
The little gay rabbits.  
Prayers for their asses.

For who will pray for   
The little gay rabbits,  
If not you and I?

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/k1VJlQ1l
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