The Dreaming Room  
Modern English Tanka  
     In Collage and Montage sets



the window
glazed in rain,
my belly
warmed by your wetness;                     
we gleam in the dark

at midnight, our shadows
press and glide;                           
outside, a full moon
enters the night  

in bed,
we gorge
on chocolates shaped
like seashells
filled with praline cream   

early morning,
a blossomís wet mouth
at the window . . .
the air fills with light
as I tighten around you 

after love,
two umbrellas go chatting
in the rain . . . *
a swirl of willow seeds
in the rushing stream

                    *homage to Buson


a curtain of dust

she bends
to collect her tip
and smiles,
aching to be touched
by knowing hands 

I suck
the brandy from
his finger
before love; whispering
promises of much more

refuge from reality
in a night of shooting stars
I open to him . . .
in half-light, the pleasure
in each otherís eyes

falling up
into the stars from
a cradle of sand . . .
nestled close beside you
I turn and taste the night

ceiling shadows
move with the rain;
your touch
lingers, making today
anything but ordinary

nodding into sleep
the breath of the moon
on your back;
I pull you closer, holding
the light between us

a last look
at the room of passion
and loss;
in the rearview mirror
a curtain of dust

I still think
about that evening
at summerís end
and the dark-haired stranger;
he loved me all night long

© 2007 Carol Raisfeld


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