You are counting my gasps with your lips. I can’t see you, but my skin (and deeper things) can feel every breath your want is tracing over my breast and ribs and hip. “Am I getting warmer?” you say. And your words arch my back because warm burst into flames a mouthful of well-versed licks ago.
I’ve hidden kisses
between my poems and flesh.
Want them? Come… and seek.
the wee notes…
– over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, our dearest Rommy asked us “to write a poem that incorporates the idea of a child’s game.” So, I chose to poetize some Hide and Seek.
– I rarely use capitalization in my senryū/haiku, but it felt right for this one.
“Sea of Feelings”, by Leonid Afremov