you swim with me in the azure sea
locked into my mind with salt and spume
your voice on the wind whistles soft
as the waves lap on to the shore
you walk with me as i meander
by a cinema of foreign films
i click open the front door - see you
stretched out on the indian cushions
7 red roses in a crystal vase
with a note saying you don't love me
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai