5.5 haiku sonnet

from two yards over
the lawnmower still buzzes
after the sunset

we watch bats swooping
their silent acrobatics
a tango at dusk

the cicadas sing
over our conversation
drowning out the words

I watch your tongue flick
gathering the amber drops
along the smooth rim

we sip tequila slowly
warmed more by heated glances

Stretching the boundaries

Frosted window pane —
Tracing the constellations
on your bare shoulder

Tanka 7.4

on horizon’s edge
night trails her fingertip
painting it scarlet
lowering the windowshade
as she kisses earth goodnight

Tanka 6.27

The moonlight spills through

my bedroom window, highlights

the curve of your spine

as you curl away from me

drifting softly into sleep

Senyru 5.21

Reposted from a comment to Jay Bleu’s response to the senyru yesterday

feeling young romance

even more intensely as

the body grows old