Tanka XXXVI
Her lips are groomed grapes
nourished by acme and grace.
And now I’m famished,
teeth taunted as though bewitched.
A taste of them’ll soothe rent rage.
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Note: Of lanky love.
Tanka XXXVI
Life leads to many directions, ancestral trail leads you to the progenitors.
Ancestral Trail 