Senryū ~ Brazen Coffee, Fearful Angel, Solace

Brazen Coffee

“I owe you,” I said.

Not batting an eye, she said:

“Talk dirty to me.”

Flowers, chocolate,

and a good hard fuck. Who says

romance is dead?

Not washing my face

keep your taste on me all day

lick my lips often.

Summoned from deep sleep,

you astride, coaxing grinning,

I explode awake

Brazen coffee

brewing naked with my cream

running down your leg

Fearful Angel

The little devil

and angel on my shoulders

agree about you.

Your face in passion

is the only thing I find

worth seeing these days.

Knees parted

tied tightly for me

you glisten.

What you call taboo,

where the angels fear to tread,

I call my roadmap.

Fingers inside

sliding in the poetry

of your flood.

The cries you give me

take me where I want to go:

The heaven I made.

Solace

When words sometimes fail

I take solace in knowing

you know me so well.

Senses, not sense, rule.

I am lured with one sound

captured with one touch.

High in the night sky

I bid you look at the moon

while I kiss your neck.

Sun breaking over

the curve of your hip

as I orbit you

Close your eyes

and imagine

I’m with you.