Rose of Sharon

Author’s Note: Always thirsting for change, a try at Haiku.


Quiet, the Negev waits
The sand thirsts for blood to come
Tanks, men, planes … all frail

Soldiers called, love stays
Goodbyes not said, lives on hold
One man, one woman

Love is shared, him, her
Face the demons, ready war
Peace is sought, not found

Her body too hot
Skin shimmering, wet with sweat
Orgasm fading

Tall, thin, long red hair
Breasts plump, hips wide, nose too short
Alluring, sated

Body now relaxed
Legs akimbo, sheets tangled
His Rose of Sharon

But duty calls him
To bitter sands far away
Death waits and hell lurks

They loved, time too short
Their passion spent, ended now
War, the grim reaper