Nipples – 50 ways to write an erotic haiku

fdaf868b4a33f11678bba41b25662933The classic Japanese haiku rarely dealt with love and almost never with sex. American practitioners of the form have, however, developed a sub-genre which has been called, in a barbarous neologism, erotiku. It is difficult to see how an erotic charge can be maintained without the benefits of verbal foreplay.  And the possibility of post-coital cogitations, ruminations and conversations is almost negligible. I say almost because Marsh Muirhead’s witty haiku does include an after-sex cigarette. Some poets have managed to create an erotic frisson  in such a confined space. Raymond Roseliep , a Catholic priest who died in 1983, saw no contradiction in writing erotic haiku, “it keeps me alive and young and remembering; and always with feelings that are deepest and most sacred in all of us.” George Swede creates a parenthetical cleavage in the spaces left in his haiku. Alexis Rotella is preeminent among those who have made something sensuous out of something short. Brynne McAdoo has a more poignant and a more humorous perspective. Her reposte to Jeffrey Winke’s haiku reminds me of Sir Walter Ralegh’s response to Christopher Marlowe’s  “Come Live With Me and Be My Love.”

What Marlowe, that most erotic of English poets, would make of an erotiku is a tantalising thought. But the writer whose long, sinuous and sensuous account of the consummation of Hero And Leander’s passion for each other would hardly have found “a glimpse of stocking”, let alone a nipple peeking over a dress (as in Paula Fisher’s haiku) or becoming erect (as in Lee Gurga’s haiku) or being nuzzled by a bristled beard (as in David Cobb’s haiku) in any way tantalising. Maybe Robert Herrick, more of a miniaturist than Marlowe and the author of “Upon the Nipples of Julia’s Breast” would have found the haiku form  more appealing. Some of the images in that ten-line poem are haiku-like:

 

Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red-Rose peeping through a white?
Or else a Cherrie (double grac’t)
Within a Lillie? Center plac’t?
Or ever mark’t the pretty beam,
A Strawberry shewes halfe drown’d in Creame?
Or seen rich Rubies blushing through
A pure smooth Pearle, and Orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neate Niplet of her breast.

 

When it comes to the more salacious aspects of the form, what may be called hard-core haiku, questions of propriety, taste and value arise. The money-shot, as evidenced in the Irish language haiku of Gabriel Rosenstock and the English language haiku of Hiroaki Sato, is hardly worth more than the 25c of Alan Pizzarelli’s “Porno Movie.” Perhaps the last words on erotic haiku should be left to Ron Lockley whose alliterative 1-2-1 poem with its elongated title provides a cynical summation of the limitations of this intriguingly brief form.

 

erotic-haiku-young-woman

 

after sex
the blow-up doll and I
share an e-cigarette

 

Marsh Muirhead
***
6 haiku by Raymond Roseliep

 

pillowed
on the breasts of the girl
who picks turnips

 

***
sculpturing
her lover
coming forever

 

***

 

grass
holding the shape
of our night

 

***
love made,
twig
fire

 

***

 

her
breath
and
the
rose
caught
in
my
mouth

 

***

 

our bodies
honeysuckle
knots

 

Raymond Roseliep

***

 

Night begins to gather         between her breasts

 

George Swede
***
5 haiku by Alexis Rotella

 

Lying in the wet grass,
him still beating
inside me.

 

***

 

starrynightIenteryourmirror

 

***

Late August
I bring him the garden
in my skirt

***

During our little talk
I tear a daisy
to shreds

***

Against his coat
I brush my lips—
the silence of snowflakes

Alexis Rotella
***

2 haiku by Jeffrey Winke

 

after the summer fair
she strips to her
neon glow necklace

***
her seven button
blouse…
three undone

 

Jeffrey Winke
***
6 haiku by Brynne McAdoo

 

first & last date –
back from the ladies room
my blouse buttoned higher

 

***

new crush
I give him a haiku
about crocuses
 

***

 

spring equinox
with the lilacs she comes out
as bisexual

 

***

 

after he googles me
the pleasure of
googling
myself

***

 

my haiku lover…
not many words
between us

***

 

you don’t know
where i live but still
i leave the porch light on

Brynne McAdoo
***
 

lunar eclipse
a nipple peeks
over her dress

 

Paula Fisher
***

 

old lovers
only her left nipple
becomes erect

 

Lee Gurga
***

 

                      homecoming:
a two-day growth of beard
bristles her nipple…

David Cobb

***

 

Without clothes
it’s a different
conversation

 

John Brandi
***

 

holding you
in me still…
sparrow songs
 
Anita Virgil

 

***
 

afterwards
from the bedroom window
cool moonlight

 

John Shimmin

***

spring love—
the curtains breathe in,
and out

Kevin Bailey

***

we sweat on our beds
after each climax
the rain never stops

David Cobb

***

 

a room with a view–
making love
in the mirror
 
Philip Rowland

***

pistachio shells…
wife’s red fingers,
redder lips

Michael Dudley

***

falling into dusk
my legs wrapped around him
the moon rises in his eyes

Jo-Anne Elder

***

deep penetration the bedside candle quivers lightly in the moonlit room

Eric Amann

***

Winter wind…
the creaking house…
the creaking bed

Margaret Saunders

***

letting go
that moment before
letting go

Alan Gettis

***

autumn evening after splitting wood his wedge

Marlene Wills

***

 
turning from the window
her blouse full of sunshine
and shadow

Larry Kimmel

***

dog days of summer
sucking all the red
from a popsicle

Wanda D. Cook

***

Silk sheets tussled damp
Evidence of where we lay
Winters the long night

Dave Wright

***

That sunflower stands
so erect — I find myself
falling to my knees.

Kenneth Pobo

***

bl*w j*b
she kneels
in Prada

Ai Li

***

she leaves —
a curled hair
in my soap

David Walker

***

on the car seat beside me
the sun
light on her thighs

James Tipton

***

snowfall
his fingers slowly
unbutton me

 

Roberta Beary
***
2 haiku by Gabriel Rosenstock

 

waxy glistening of leaves
sometimes i’d come
along your thigh

 

***

 

standing stark naked before you
shadow-penis lengthening on the wall
you tantalize the shadow

 

Gabriel Rosenstock
***
2 haiku by Hiroaki Sato

 

in your panties
slightly pulled down
a crisp fallen leaf

 

***

 

that first time
my middle-finger slipped into
your warm wet cleft

 

Hiroaki Sato
***

 

Porno Movie

the girl
      loosens her bra
starts peeling off panties
      darkens

      $0.25

Alan Pizzarelli

 

***

 

On the Transmission of Bodily Fluids Through the Air after a Long Hiatus

 

        snow
        semen
        slush

 

Ron Lockley

 

 

 
LINKS
 

A column on erotic haiku from the All Poetry site.
 Review of some books of erotic haiku on the Poem Shape site.
Alexis Rotella tweets her haiku regularly, some of them erotic.
Roberta Beary tweets her haiku regularly, some of them erotic.
An interesting review of Brynne McAdoo’s slim collection, Venus in View.
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