blue shadows ache
with ancient memory beyond this
threshold of longing—
heavy with destiny, waiting
for the traveller to arrive
Tanka
have you not learned
tomorrow comes, regardless?
lie with me, my love
and dream
on this shared pillow
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more fragrant
than spring flowers, the scent
of my lover’s arms—
lingering this morning
in a mist of autumn dreams
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for a moment,
a snatch of song
I almost remember…
somewhere, in my memory
also the press of your skin
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© Julie Thorndyke 2015. All rights reserved.
