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

Tanka

Dusk, the green valleys,

your cello bows to the moon,

and with each note

my breast too, like the strings,

stirs with longing, for your touch.


©2008 Beatrice van de Vis 

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

a mouse

clicking on the inbox

speaks of love


inside the box

thoughts of love

-turn to lust


at the cybercafe

she writes giddy verse

lust- moist


©2007 Beatrice van de Vis 

counting the colours

of the rainbow, I stop at red,

pomegranate dark and wet

-fiery imprints on your skin

of last night's lipstick kisses
 ©2007 Beatrice van de Vis 

Pomegranate

Stained lips on billet-doux

Red suffused screen


A wanton dream

Parades undressed, proud.

How it weeps, the dark


Sommnolent at dusk

Scent of succulent red fruit

0h.... how hard we are!


©2007 Beatrice van de Vis

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

the morning heat comes
in a shroud of cloud today,
-a summer in veils,
it spreads hidden and silent
like your caresses at dawn

 ©2007 Beatrice van de Vis

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

Senryu (or erotic haiku)

the nude mannequin
in the dress shop window
... looks away

(Cor van den Heuvel)

waiting for her lover

under a canopy of blossom;

the moist petals, unfurl


van de Vis, Beatrice: "Senryu" published in Ascent Aspirations Anthology No 6 by Ascent Aspirations Publishing, 2008

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

Rumi (Trans. Shahram Shiva)

pillow dreams for two;

he steals into her wet dream,

at dawn- the lust thief

van de Vis, Beatrice: "Senryu" published in Ascent Aspirations Anthology No 6 by Ascent Aspirations Publishing, 2008