#1
just a simple touch
invokes a feral goddess
burning deep within
a fire only you can quench
please, i beg, touch me again
#2
as i lie in wait
open and ready for you,
my heart and soul bare,
the thought of your sweet caress
conjures the goddess within
my first introduction to tanka mentioned not its origins as love notes between lovers. this new enlightenment took me on a new path...one that if i think long enough about will make me blush...but why not... inspiration for this new path came from the detailed history of the tanka laid out at One Stop Poetry's Form Monday.
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