SENSEXUAL: A TANKA SEQUENCE

On the roof top 
 she waits for her man with
 moon cake and lantern:  
a flash of  silver showers
 on the mist-shrouded figure

A tress of hair
 she drops over the mole 
on her forehead
 thinking it's ugly and
 hides her own gazelle eyes

She stoops low
 to the bottom shelf 
 in black jeans 
her curves flattering and
 red lace groping her hips

The beads of sweat 
on her breasts do not touch
 her years or face 
in candle light her shadow
 is more restrained than my thought




It's not ageing
 but eternal delight:
 you under me
 smooth belly, nude necking 
slow stroking parting flesh


 
I lover her undress 
the light with eyes that spring
 passion with kisses
 she leaves her name again
 for my breath to pass through

She undresses in 
dim light perfumes her body 
fills room with herself: 
we hit the hay together
 drowning in each other

The chilly twilight--
 tossing leaves and branches
 tell of the wind
 before sunrise she and I
 cross-legged, cling to each other

Making love
she tastes the salt upon
 my shoulder
 in the afternoon I pound
 like the surf into her flesh



The wind lifts
 her curved nudity hidden
 in the water curtain: 
I touch the strings that whisper
 love in each falling drop


--R K Singh