Smoke And Mirrors~

~undressing haiku~senryu in moist hand~

Hips under pressure

smoke palms skim my  glass surface

mirrors pour spirits

 

Lips sample treasures

strokes balms, summer fragrance blooms

my oils deep in you

 

Chin sweet, wet treacle

dew alms strip wavering bliss

body bow  arched taut

 

Smoke  swirls slit pupils

kiss thrall bends throat into silk

her mirror, his throe

 

 

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Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Love it!

Fabulous example of sensual vividness meets transparent mind.

I think this is the second piece of yours that triggered thoughts especially of Peter Greenaway's The Pillow Book. Since the film is about body calligraphy, and you are both tattooed, quasi-Asian-flavored and an intensely visual Neptune-eyed poet, it's probably a permanent referent.

"Smoke swirls slit pupils/kiss thrall bends throat into silk/her mirror, his throe"

Those killer closing lines just might be my fave of yours yet.

[Dream Weaver]

Ooooo nuff said :)

[David W Moore III]

ive got to stop reading your pieces before i go to work... they are way to sensual to waste on work!

[Cafe Reader]

I've never known anyone else who can make love with words, like you, Selene.

How is it when you write in 5-7-5 it doesn't read as such? This completely moves in your usual cascading style. I'm honored that you keep dipping your quill in senryu ink.