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: Cold Light Tanka by Sonam Chhoki
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*English Original*
throbbing headache
blinds drawn against the dawn
I picture
in the rise and fall of notes
birds flitting in the cold light
*A Hundred Gou...
