A gift from Japan

Of course, despair becomes you Japan.

Lovers for Rent

Under the sunshine they met as strangers
Words were hurled and hearts were broken.

Under the twilight, observed from afar
They held their hands and sighs closer

He took her by the mouth and gazed in her dreams
She grabbed his shoulder and held his desires

Each touch was calculated
Each stroke was measured
Every kiss drew blood
Every tear drew love

They gazed in the sky till azure was upon them
A final kiss was exchanged and they left each other

Under the sunshine they met as strangers
Words were hurled and hearts were kindled.

Silos attempts haiku on request

These are more Haikus, but dealing with physical love and pain. I like Levertov's Ache, as I've said and this is just an attempt at something like that, just in terms of image and feeling.

[Icon be me]

He entered her as she cried his name.
The lace fell off her body,
As he tore her patience.

He entered her as she dripped blood.
She screamed in pain and agony.

They ceased to be.

Silos attempts haiku-s

I dont know how to define what I have composed. Is it a haiku? Is it a moku? Is it pseudo haiku? Is it a new form of fiction? Beneath are two of my early attempts. What I admire about haiku is what I found interesting about Hughes. Intense emotion condensed into minute lines...

Admirable. (my attempts may not be...)

The cockroach squeals.
Other species are terrified.
It sticks to my slippers.

The CD player stops.
The UPS turns on.
The banes of living in a city.