Every night
I sleep beside you
but wake up alone
It is futile
to chase you
from my waking mind
for you invade my dreams
Day slips by
when I forget your name
Time stands still
when I pine for you
Every day
I wake up alone
but sleep beside you
February, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
Poetic Musings: Heated Bodies Tanka by Jane Reichhold
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almond nails
pressed into brown skin
a faint perfume
of two heated bodies
touching light as petals
*A Gift of Tanka*, 1990
Jane Reichhold
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