Tawdry Tanka's

A couple's adventures in poetic form.

Catch you on the stairs
The thunder goes in and out
Found through touch alone
A streak of light bolts across
The back of Antibes beckons

On Rue Petit Four
I listened for cobbled steps
Through passion and fright
I was lost in your tresses
And surged into your delight

Wine on the beach leads
To a crashing, not of waves
Others unknowing
Of exposed wetness churning
And the salty scent lingers

A Roman tower
Will give rise to new structures
Sacked just like the Gauls
If history’s sweet conquest
We are the victors who write

Europe’s balconies
Hold romance in their embrace
The streets are awash
In the glow of our brilliance
Writhing royalty greets them

Love on the rocks please
A wine sunset is our drink
Naturale café
The sun slips in the water
And the heat travels throughout

A bullet train comes
Feel the pounding on your rails
The vibrating sway
Traveling through tunnels deep
Slows down, destination reached

Ramparts are sturdy
Brace for invasion’s onslaught
A siege on your keep
Swing your gates wide St. Malo
I yield to wanton defense

Astride the great hill
You mount more here in the dark
Plant my flag deep
Descend down terra firma
For you have scaled passion’s peak

The Oscars showcase
Unparalleled performance
Squeeze the statue tight
And bask in the ecstasy’s glow
We thank the Academy

Raise my toast of passion
And gulp it down with fervor
Drink from your hourglass
We must shake up the bubbly
To get a nice clean finish

Welcome love aboard
Seats back upright position
Turbulent bouncing
Feel parting’s sweet reunion
For here more than planes take off

Fore! Play through the rough
And lay it up on the green
It’s all about form
If I match you stroke for stroke
We’ll be par for intercourse

Lie in your meadow
The wind whispers through the pines
Soft panting as well
Blue eyes cover me like sky
Your sun beams down upon me

Rounding your bases
You’re defining pinch hitter
Choke up on the bat
And now swing for the fences
It’s our natural past time

Fire the serve at you
You return with passion’s cry
Volley without end
If you put some spin on it
The balls always bounce your way

Places everyone
A commanding performance
When we hit our marks
The scene reaches its climax
A standing O for us both.

To mount the summit
One must have some stamina
Gaze upon grand hills
And as you take it all in
We reach inspiration point