her bite mark
still on my shoulder
in shadowy light
the shape
of those unspoken words
A Hundred Gourds, 4:3, June 2015
A Room of My Own: River Trail Tanka
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*Starlight on the Gutter of Blossoms*, IV
silver moonlight
drips through weeping willow leaves
the river trail reeks
where a stray rips the throat
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