unchained
loving these words
I hunger for your touch
I knew not then
how sweet would be your touch
listen to winter
all loneliness and chill
don’t wait
whispering snow
gently touch your blanket here
little bird
singing
its heart
larger than the world
can ever know
washed ashore
from the ocean deep
seashell dreams
echo in my ear
pleasures & treasures
her tongue
tracing edges of desire
against my palm
flicking a sensual prayer
along my fingers
Published in ‘Modern English Tanka’, vol.2, No.3, Spring 2008
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