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

sublimation

evening’s scarlet eye
captivates my thoughts – pulls them
always beyond the horizon

you beckon me –
red-light, come-hither,
come-back to bed

gibbous moon
inviting exploration
of the darkened edge

faint moonlit sheen
on your hip’s rounded curve –
cleft hidden in shadows

midnight cirrus wisps
scuttle across the sky’s expanse
suddenly visible, then gone

I taste your soft sighs
escaping – like us, a singularity –
vaporizing into the night

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singularity – see literary studies:
“an item or event triggered by an item that results in divergent narratives,
in which the singularity alters the new timeline
away from a prior “default” state”.

Seduction

Ella softly sings
our feet bathed in the moonlight
you slip off my dress