"stained"
bathed in the
stained glass reflection
of rain,
my mouth
against his belt buckle-
for them
it is my damnation,
for me it is
the enlightenment
of him-
his fingers
emerge from my hair
to place
the Eucharist
upon my tongue
"stained" bathed in the stained glass reflection of rain, my mouth against his belt buckle- for them it is my damnation, for me it is the enlightenment of him- his fingers emerge from my hair to place the Eucharist upon my tongue |
Author's Comments
This piece actually involves linked tanka (rensaku, tanka play - a short form of Japanese poetry that I've always enjoyed from the very start)
"little stirrings I: cycle" [link] "little stirrings II: ritual" [link] "little stirrings III: ether" [link] "little stirrings IV: tides" [link] "little stirrings V: geisha" [link] "little stirrings VI: dyslexic" [link] "little stirrings VII: stained" [link] "little stirrings VIII: species" [link] "little stirrings IX: heart" [link] |
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Comments
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玉
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玉: 我的天使 ♥
Always look on the bright side... there's more light there and it's easier to find stuff.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
gotta take a ice bath
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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玉
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
How was the ice bath?
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玉
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