Haiku Fugue

My hunger desires
to taste the flesh of firm fruit
on my sensile tongue

Dulcet nightingale –
her song is finest while the
competition sleeps

Fine tuning the beat
puts sharp notes and flat bass bars
in heavy metal

 I can’t remember
This plant’s name…ah yes, that’s it –
Birds of Paradise

Frail floral beauty –
so ragged at the edges
it’s almost human