Poetry

Bedside: Tanka

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 POETRY


no matter how diligently

I perform the religious service

the ecstasies I achieve

are completely my own

                             

  

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 POETRY


I’m thrilled

by the lack of identity

of something entering me

little by little

from behind

  

                             

  

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 POETRY


just reduce yourself

to a hip-grinding creature

in my darkness

you’re a white curse

thrashing and spewing

  

                             

  

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 POETRY


a limited man

wanted to inscribe

a sexual full stop

on an unlimited woman

  

                             

  

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 POETRY


I ease down slowly

straddling you from on top

the full weight

of my body

released onto your tip

  

                             

  

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 POETRY


I spread my thighs

gradually

and twice you push

into my soft emptiness

  

                             

  

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 POETRY


when I am weak-willed

but have sex anyway

my climax

always seems based

on sweet nothings

  

                             

  

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 POETRY


I bend my knees slowly

settling on your suction-cupped lips

as if I just gave

birth to you

  

                             

  

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 POETRY


orgasms are sad

sadness is wearying

the night’s fountain

  

                             

  

©2000 Amari Hayashi and Nerve Publishing

 POETRY

at the instant

you thrust it in

I breathed a gutteral "ahhhhh"

knowing I was wingless

to enclose you

  

                             

Translated by John Solt

Illustrations by Junko Uchino

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