HAIKU: VALENTINE’S DINNER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Valentine’s Dinner

SHE TOLD ME HER FANTASY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

We Stopped
For Ice Cream
And After Her
Cone Was Delivered
She Licked It Twice,

Then Turned To Me
And Whispered
In My Ear

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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OUR CROSSROAD IN TIME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Time Has Removed
Any Doubt,
About What It Was
We Shared Together

With A Soft Blur Of Years
And Faded Memories
Of The Ecstasy

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UNWRAP ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It was Christmas eve
as we were sitting
in front of the crackling fire
as the clock struck midnight

when she
whispered
so sweetly
in my ear

MORNING DEMONSTRATIONS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 I Wake Each Morning
With The Dawn
And Go And Put
The Coffee On 

Then Come To Wake You
With A Kiss

HAIKU: IF WE WERE YOUNGER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If we were younger

I SHOULD HAVE LET YOU!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I should have let you
when you asked me
I should have told you
“Please don’t stop”

I should have let
your passions win me

I FEEL THE RIVER RAGING

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I feel the river raging
I hear it’s mighty roar
wild and uncontrollable
like it’s never been before

Skin

It is rumored that there are 50 words

In the Eskimo language for snow

I ponder

Why are there not 50 words in the

English language

That I could draw upon

To describe that moment

When your bare skin

Touches my bare skin?

As you are asleep

I look at you as you are asleep in your chair,
and I cry, for no other reason than my thoughts.
I notice how you hair is whiter now.

What if I am gone before you, who will laugh with you,
share your dark sense of humour, and who will be there
watching you sleep in your chair?