Five Tanka Poems

1. She gives him the push when he says sex starving is a greater sin than fasting for his long life or praying to the lingam* *an image of Shiva 2. after a tiff lying under the same blanket two of us stare the peeping moon and turn with glee to each other 3. shaped like a bird a drop of water lands on her breast: my breath jumps to kiss it before her pelvic flick 4. weaving no web a dark fishing spider mates in the creek and curls up hanging from the **** in one-shot deal 5. glowing with sweat her muscles tighten up and the toes curl breathing gets heavier trembling…twitching…ecstasy --R K Singh