Ben Gieske - unchained, listen to winter, little bird, washed ashore, her tongue (5 tanka)

PoemHunter.com 2014-06-14

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unchained
loving these words
I hunger for your touch
I knew not then
how sweet would be your touch

listen to winter
all loneliness and chill
don't wait
whispering snow
gently touch your blanket here

little bird
singing
its heart
larger than the world
can ever know

washed ashore
from the ocean deep
seashell dreams
echo in my ear
pleasures

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