under a blanket
of humid air reminds me
of your lips. I know
nothing of them, but suspect
they taste heavy coming down.
of humid air reminds me
of your lips. I know
nothing of them, but suspect
they taste heavy coming down.
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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. |
Christina D. RodriguezA Latina poet and entrepruener who blogs about poetry, music, writing, and life. Download BelovedBeloved is an e-chapbook of poems about opening, swimming through, and drowning in floodgates. It's FREE for a short period of time. You can also pay-as-you-wish, where the funds would be used to put out other projects.
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