Sensexual: A Tanka Sequence Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

On the roof top
she waits for her man with
moon cake and lantern:
a flash of silver showers
on the mist-shrouded figure


A tress of hair
she drops over the mole
on her forehead
thinking it's ugly and
hides her own gazelle eyes


She stoops low
to the bottom shelf
in black jeans
her curves flattering and
red lace groping her hips


The beads of sweat
on her breasts do not touch
her years or face
in candle light her shadow
is more restrained than my thought


It's not ageing
but eternal delight:
you under me
smooth belly, nude necking
slow stroking parting flesh


I lover her undress
the light with eyes that spring
passion with kisses
she leaves her name again
for my breath to pass through


She undresses in
dim light perfumes her body
fills room with herself:
we hit the hay together
drowning in each other


The chilly twilight-
tossing leaves and branches
tell of the wind
before sunrise she and I
cross-legged, cling to each other


Making love
she tastes the salt upon
my shoulder
in the afternoon I pound
like the surf into her flesh


The wind lifts
her curved nudity hidden
in the water curtain:
I touch the strings that whisper
love in each falling drop


- R K Singh