Senryū: Edge of the World, Metamorph, Vignettes

Edge of the World

Balanced, calm outside;
inside, I’m metastable.
Just one little push.

Eyes open, breath held,
the abyss of you beckons.
Take one step forward

At map’s edge, blank space.
Here be… dragons? paradise?
Setting sail. Must see.


What have I become?
Misshapen ragged, and raw.
Touch, and be consumed.

The monsters in me;
they’ve always been there, watching,
waiting for your call.

I list the options,
but you don’t choose – I’ll pick:
which scares you the most.

Taking hold of you
with my body and my words;
I’m not letting go.

we devolve, losing ourselves
within each other

The marks left behind
on the inside and the out
define you and me.

Hot water shower;
you wash away what we’ve done.
Or at least you try.


I can see your dreams.
But don’t you worry, my sweet.
I won’t tell a soul.
Though not abrasive,
my tongue can surely wear down
your most fierce resolve.
It’s your fault, you know.
You make me want to do wrong;
do bad things to you.
After I leave her,
exhasuted, panting, dripping,
I’m coming for you.

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Categories: Erotica, Monocle, PoetryTags: , , ,


I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse. One third of The Erotic Writer blog.


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