senryu

Hip
Graceful curve of hip
and the slow slide of soft thighs
Echoes in my eyes

Slow Sex
She moves like slow sex
The kind that lingers until
the body must scream

Beyond Decent
A slow bead of sweat
Slipped down her softly arched back
beyond decent thoughts

Ashes
It is the morning after
rough sheets scratch me and
there are ashes in my nose

The River
The river has died
And the dry leaves are silent
Where have I come to?

Chair
Empty wooden chair
dented with the age of use
perfect in its way

Grass
The wind moves the grass
Looks like waves of green water
The clouds like grey sand

Enough
There's never enough
to kill the pieces
I wish would die

Hair
I grow my hair long
So that people can't see my
Ears blush a deep red

Whip
The whip strikes stinging
I try to scream through leather
It swallows my voice

Smoke
She is the smoke from
the end of my cigarette
Drifting past my eyes

Winking
She hates my winking
Thinks it dirty and loathsome
Her mind reflected

Dark Queen
My dark queen enters
slow like night and fills all eyes
with cold dreams of her

Old Dreams
On old dreams like wings
tattered she flies still soaring
above my low eyes

Cubicle
The computer hums
A simple monotone tune
Suicide seems nice

Nights End
Is is the nights end
They are leaving this place now
But where will I hide

Cycles
In one, out the other,
Just to complete the circle,
But I stop halfway

Waking
The birds are chirping
The morning peeks through the shades
and my tea is sweet

Phone Jack
I can't hear your voice.
Why do you keep calling me?
There is no phone here.

Voices and music
Dark green leaves reflect sunlight
Almost peaceful here