Senryu # 118

Swallowing
its own shadows…
light of her eyes

~

His breath
against her lips
a perfect rhyme

~

Ginger and rose
for a fiery throat…
crewing cock haiku

~

Berries ripe-red…
the white moon
for her gown

~

A comet’s
burning furrow…
her breath and mine

~

Tucked away
inside her fragrance…
moon’s gentle light

~

Setting the dance…
the flower’s red lips,
the bee’s hungry heart

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