They shrivel up like
Two over ripe prunes. Oh damn,
You said breath, not breasts.
Blue on Black is notJoker on Jack, Match on a fire.
Cold on ice, a dead man's touch.
whisper on a scream doesn't change a thing.
Wait...I've heard that...
Blue On Black!
Blue on Black is not
In the form of a
Haiku, just a *****in' song.
You play your 5-7-5 game, doesn't have to be that way. Just sensory poetry really. Grade school was a long time ago.
OP wants Haiku
Hot weather Haiku in fact
Yes we aim to please