pre-morning mushrooms
blooming on the pubes:
dreamy arousal
love-making
he melts into her
time stands still
love-making
the sound of orgasm:
Lao Tzu
making love
she tastes the salt upon
his shoulder
candling in vein
leaves marks of teeth on her neck
utters holiness
unzipping her back—
hundreds of nights grow wings
with wasp touch
unclothing
the white night:
lips meeting lips
writes with strands of
watery hair on her bare back
a love haiku
after the tumble
buried between the sheets
leftover passion
she departs
leaving behind her clothes
over mine
still lingers
her scent on the linens
drying in shade
--R.K.Singh