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.

[Tony]

Whole lotta magic happening here! Illusion or not what a woman does with a mirror can certainly throw a dude into some serious throes-- "hurts so good" kinda throes though. Like Mellencamp would say.

[Crowley]

Damn....yep....Damn again.

[Bubo]

I can see it, taste it and almost touch it........sensual and exotic x

[luciddreamer]

Incredible........
Peace
Robin

[Maurice]

You do wonders with haiku here.

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

written to give deep concentration leading to the mind fleeing away, which the energies provoke, yesssssssss

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"Smoke swirls slit pupils
kiss thrall bends throat into silk"
a figurative sensual emotion. very intensely felt here.
mmm-a tasty exotic dreamy thought(;

[jinjahman]

nice array of words splayed across the screen here!

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

Devoured the bend in that blast

[JelliFyshKissUs]

And just when I think I have heard every enchanting visual that pours from your pen like a holographic wonderland, you dig deeper and pull out this delicate illusion. It's too early in the morning for me to even begin to explain what this produces in me.