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.

Dark

The dead whispering

How their life sadly ended

Have no sympathy

Light

Inviting soft mound

A wet quivering flower

Holding me tightly