She can be a nest. She's got the necessary equipment. Two breasts you could rest your head between. She can be a string of pearls, rounded between your fingers, as you count the time between ivory knots. She is, yes, the artichoke with the impossible heart a man might seek for . . .
Love and Sleep
Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too warm for white, But perfect-coloured without white or red. And her lips opened . . .
Haiku: ballet
the ballet of her arms against the pillow — Steven Addiss This haiku love poem appeared in Every Day Poems Check out Funny Love Songs Check out Romantic Love Songs . . .
Replenish
Remind me, would you, to buy more of the Peach Momotaro, with its images of waterfalls, lichen-toned terraces, waves of mountains imprinted with dots, little white flowers, and mist. When I drink it, and the steam enters me, I think of you and the water feels as if it’s pouring over the . . .
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