The Night of April 21, in 21 Haikus
Yes, it's very personal, but in case you didn't notice yet, I'm an exhibitionist indeed. L: non, je ne suis pas sage. But naughty as I may be, at least I don't waste my soul and money in hostess bars.
Streets are getting late
The action happens indoors
Alone, nowhere
Walking past hot streets
Got the best hat in Kyoto
And no one to see
The address, nothing
Foreign girl - I ask my way
was just here below
Club Metro yet full
Here everyone speaks english
Hatted cockiness
Westerners - plenty
But why go so far find them?
In shadows, you move
Yuko, twenty-three
Alone, sway gentle, sip gin
And you like my hat
Talk Shy, Dance Sensual
Mind resisting, heart melting
Flower to be plucked
Leading you aside
Short pants make me look younger
The charm operates
Trying to kiss you - No
But back to the dancing floor
One in rhythm, we merge
Shyness, japanese
I teach you learn kissing, french
Your embrace so sweet
Kiss - your first teacher
My first pupil - both succeed
So much tenderness
Cinderella goes
Morrow both will start early
So many kisses
You won't yield the rest
Clinging to your bicycle
My failure -- too late
Me: "regret - never"
Miyamoto Musashi
Best bad boy you'll meet
How many kisses?
Reply: How many is that?
Lips fused forever
Romancing the night
Singing by your bicycle
Walking you home, far
Work will soon commence
Night too short for a one stand
Plucking deserves more
Big crossing past home
Me stalking your returning
Ride away from me
History major
In search for a truer love
Never know my age
We left no address
But both will have a place now
In each other's heart
Nowhere, alone
Lips tense from many a kiss
The morning taxi