under a blanket
of humid air reminds me
of your lips. I know
nothing of them, but suspect
they taste heavy coming down.

in the stillness of
falling dusk, you take my goose
flesh in your mouth, sum-
mer ablazed in the crevi-
ces of your cool fingerprints.

under the covers
little girls mourn, their nights filled
with sweltering guilt
for a world that douses them
with the dismissal of sense.

Hello my readers,

If you following the writing schedule on the front page of the site, then you know that I am two days behind on starting my Tanka Marathon. I've been rather busy since starting a new job two weeks ago. I'm learning how to manage my time with a full time job. I like it so far.

As in updating and my writing, I'm going to try to update with regular blog posts twice a week on my days off. As for my writing challenges, I will try my best to post them everyday when I come home from work. 

Now for Tanka #1.

grab what you want dear.
my tongue awaits for your hot
mouth, your desire 
cooling me off to a trem-
ble underneath your body.