Game of Words and Flesh

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

Human, Dark, Humorous

Life and relationships and senryū feed on the foibles Fate throws our way, turn them into a short poem afire (where I speak and you are subject to my ink), prose and verse glimpsing into living with deliciously dark wit and well camouflaged sensual fibs.

you lie well,
but I kick in bed
much better

 

the wee notes…
– a friend (I’m sure) challenged me to write a love poem that glimpses into what haibun and senryū are (in 15 minutes). You’ve just read my first (and likely last) attempt. It was fun, in a mad oh-my-freaking-gods! sort of way.
– linking it to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

“Glamour Puss”, by Shelle Kennedy