Tanka XLI
“I’m not through”, she said,
wanky wind smothering tense
tensed up by lured lips.
“I want you”, all my ears picked.
Now, acts belittle words retched.
’20:09:29:17:52
Note: Of lanky love.
Tanka XLI
Life leads to many directions, ancestral trail leads you to the progenitors.
