life sometimes
gets too
overwhelming
that i just want a man
to rain upon me


Pamela A. Babusci
pub. in Notes from the Gean
2009

blood-red stilettos
the power i feel
in them
the power i surrender
when removed


Pamela A. Babusci
pub. in Notes from the Gean
2009

Even long after my death

Even long after my death
Long after your death
I want to torture you.
I want the thought of me
to coil around your body like a serpent of fire
without burning you.

I want to see you lost, asphyxiated, wander
in the murky haze
woven by my desires.

For you, I want long sleepless nights
filled with the roaring tom-tom of storms
Far away, invisible, unknown
Then, I want the nostalgia of my presence
to paralyse you.

Maria Martins

Campanha, Brazil 1894-Rio de Janeiro, Brazil 1973
From the book: Surrealist Love Poems 2001
Edited by: Mary Ann Caws

Tonight the Moon

tonight the moon
is devoid of lovers
to view it & fall in love
with it's pure
white moonbeams

and, i am lost in a
past reverie, lost in a
hurricane of kisses
like a beggar craving
longing starving
for violet intimacy
for blue dangling
love juices

i go down to the river
of pastel passions
flowing with the current
flowing against the current
i ride the rapids
like an expert who
never falls off

i see him on the riverbank
waving his hands
begging me to swim ashore
he wants to enter me
like a vagabond
in the silent, ebony night
without thought
without guilt

yet, no matter
how far & how hard
i swim, i can never
capture him
never
overlap him
on the shoreline of
our stellar bodies
i am left naked & exposed
on the sea of unrequited love


Pamela A. Babusci 10/12/08

Two to Tango

plucking her eyebrows the crescent moon

a myriad of stars he brings her day-old flowers

two to tango her rhinestone ankle bracelet shatters

the feel of stain sheets his roughness

whispering sweet nothings a note in her journal

morning breaks he leaves via the fire escape

winter wind airing out his left behind boxers



Pamela A. Babusci
First published in Raw Nervz Haiku VII:4 2001-2002

Wet Moon French Kisses

wet moon french kisses

room service for two strawberries & whipped cream

do not disturb sign foreign maid enters anyway

painters on the seine trying to imitate monet

still hungry for each other we feed croissants to the pigeons

back at the hotel a sprig of lilacs across my breast

french kisses wet moon

Pamela A. Babusci

First published in Raw Nervz Haiku VI:3 2001

EROTIC TANKA

wiping off my lipstick
i taste your mouth...
will you long for me tonight
when you are as distant
as the milky way?

Pamela A. Babusci
First published in American Tanka Fall 1997


i am as restless as the wind
while you sleep
like a floating waterlily...
how i pine for the return
of your affection

Pamela A. Babusci
First published in American Tanka Spring 1999


your
suffocating love--
between the sheets
i can't get close
enough

Pamela A. Babusci
First published in American Tanka Spring 2002


staining
watercolor paper
with hibiscus tea
that night when our
blood flowed together

Pamela A. Babusci
First published in American Tanka Issue 15/16 2006

EROTIC TANKA

silent bedroom whispers
linger in my hair...
before you leave
one more cup
to fill me


Pamela A. Babusci
First published in Five Lines Down 1995


i am
a prisoner
in this
snowflake
melt me


Pamela A. Babusci
First published in Five Lines Down 1995



at dawn
my aching limbs
my wanton heart...
somehow, somewhere
you invaded me


Pamela A. Babusci
First published in Five Lines Down 1995



i remove my cross
before we lie down
together
we make shadows
on the wall

Pamela A. Babusci
First published in Frogpond 1995