Bread and butter

My soul's a yeast roll
And your soul is like butter
Take my word for it

Haiku on Pain

Echo of white noise
Pain remembered is pain felt
It lives in your soul

Future

Your love traps me here
And no future that parts us
Can ever survive

Morning

Gentle pressure, warmth
Folding blankets divide us
Good morning, my love

HaikuX3

Some questions are best
Left unanswered, at least out loud
I'll keep wondering.

Some places are best
Left unmapped, at least for now.
So keep wandering.

Some feelings are best
Left unsaid, I'm not sure how.
Just keep wallowing. 

My Body

Soft, supple, curvy
A tentative pink sunrise
Changing, yet constant