I'm Dinner Tonight

The haiku apperitif:

"I'm dinner tonight,"
she breathed. "So don't let me cool,
before the feast starts."


Another for hors d'oeuvres:

Two droplets of rain:
one after the other, like
kisses, leave lips damp.


The entrée - a cinquaine:

Our Lips
Connect so well,
It seems they'll stay enmeshed;
While rain beats down to drive our need:
Sweet Kiss.


Some wine - more haiku than sake?

Meeting at sundown,
our shadows form a dark mix:
subtle combination.


A renka main course:

It's hot when she sits
on a stool
In the dark
bar, grinding to the music;
but not as hot as it will be later.


And a dessert that may leave you wanting more?

Look at her eyes and
ask: what would you give for love
once the autumn's come.