A Tanka Sequence
winter gust
beating at the petals
of time
that swirl around us...
this starless night we meet
caught in her gaze
I plant in my mind
a hope
that will flourish...
this budding of spring words
she winks at me
'is love about the body-smell
relationship? '
I start to unlearn
the language of sex
she whispered
'I am in love and love
what vanished...'
my thoughts of her floating
in the dark sea of night
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