Your lips are perfect, I say.
For an evening out.
You don’t mean sucking cock?
For that too.
She turns. She presses her lipsticked lips together and wipes the corner with a little finger.
Am I good? she asks.
You’re a mess.
Where? She turns, leans over the counter top, looks in the mirror.
I’ll show you.
····her tongue in the mirror—fucked from
- Last night I almost gave up. But I only have til March 1rst and I’ll have written a year’s worth of erotic haiku, senryu and haibun. Starting with last night’s, I’ll try to write each new haiku as though I wrote a continuing story. The story may skip around, but let’s see what happens.
Redbud | January 31 2017