Last night I was woken by a dream with an accompanying nearly fully formed haiku in my head.
I had to wake up properly and write it down.
One thought led to another and I found myself having to compose another.
Because these first thoughts were a little dark I reminded myself that my day job is writing erotica leading to a third piece.
Here are the first and last.
The dead whispering
How their life sadly ended
Have no sympathy
Inviting soft mound
A wet quivering flower
Holding me tightly