Your pearl eyes guide me
in the bone-black of the room
to your ruby mouth;
your cuidado kiss consumes
my last aching molecule...
Let's not lie, not now -
we never consummated
in our waking life
all the many nights we spent
in our witching, twitching thoughts,
although we came close.
You led me slowly along
upper Monroe Street
until we both feigned surprise
at discovering your door.
We climbed the long stair
to your barren rented room
where you pinned me down
to that old chair with your eyes,
spoke such wonderful nothing...
Never did I feel
quite like that ever again -
the promise more real
than the thing could hope to be,
a no so heavy with yes.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 9:15 PM UTC
Your pearl eyes guide me
in the bone-black of the room
to your ruby mouth;
your cuidado kiss consumes
my last aching molecule...
Let's not lie, not now -
we never consummated
in our waking life
all the many nights we spent
in our witching, twitching thoughts,
although we came close.
You led me slowly along
upper Monroe Street
until we both feigned surprise
at discovering your door.
We climbed the long stair
to your barren rented room
where you pinned me down
to that old chair with your eyes,
spoke such wonderful nothing...
Never did I feel
quite like that ever again -
the promise more real
than the thing could hope to be,
a no so heavy with yes.
The tanka is the predecessor of the haiku. It has a syllabic form of 5-7-5-7-7 and generally involves intense emotions.
