I, committed writer
of your body,
a scroll of eros;
you, casual reader
of my face,
a map of solitude.
We screw each other
less in reading
than in writing.
Breadcrumb Scabs, 17, May 2010
One Man's Maple Moon: Wisp of Hope Tanka by Christine L.Villa
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*English Original*
pink clouds
behind skeletal trees ...
nothing stirs
as I still wait
for a wisp of hope
*The Bluebird’s Cry*, 2016
Christine L. Villa
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