you fill summer nights
with cicada songs
tempting all my fruits
i settle beneath your moth wings
ribbed with moon's ardor, dazzled-
-~-~
in sudden hailstorm
seeded black as ripe plum
your tongue is ice
on my heated skin, a snowflake
drifting, light as cotton seed-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight ~ Thanks for the visit ~
A tongue like that may cool down and warm up haha
ReplyDeletePerfect dog day sensuality, torrid tankas, steaming, sizzling, a tongue tango! I like your lines /seeded black as ripe plum/your tongue is ice/.
ReplyDeleteVery gently sensual, Grace. Enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful set of tanka.. The contrast between the hot and warm in the second one is especially good.
ReplyDeleteMeltingly sensual - I loved the sly 'tempting all my fruits', which was echoed again with the plum in the second tanka.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a sensual poem! Beautifully executed :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Wow. Both of these are so good as a set and as separate pieces. I like it when ancient forms get sexy.
ReplyDeleteLuscious with great contrasts of temperature and texture.
ReplyDeleteWowzer! - that's Hot...and cold. Love the description "light as cotton seed".
ReplyDeleteLove summer - you've captured it perfectly. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteI like them both, but the first one the most because I love that cicada song, it's like a siren call.
ReplyDeleteA very sensual write, Grace!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful - think I like the second one more.
ReplyDeleteGorgeously sensual, both.
ReplyDeleteTruly lovely Tanka here, Grace! Evocative lines that submerge you in the center of summer.
ReplyDeleteOh these are beautiful in their sensuality.... Cicada song and fluttering moth and cotton seed... Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteTwo beauties. I like the contrast of the second one.
ReplyDeleteThe balance throughout on these two delicate pieces is perfectly achieved, Grace. Truly a real treat to read - both your talent and sensibility shines through here gloriously...
ReplyDeleteAh.. memory.. genetic memory.. all these
ReplyDeletemillions long years.. inside we are
the dragon fly.. the whale..
the bird from dinosaurs..
our arms are wings
and fins.. nails are
claws.. furry ones
all that separates
us is forgetting
to remember
who WE
ARE..:)
Alive and lush with summer inuendo!
ReplyDeleteCicadas singing. Cotton seeding. So lovely!
ReplyDeleteon my heated skin, a snowflake
ReplyDeletedrifting, light as cotton seed-
Easy on delicate elegance! Tread softly for lady love. Wonderful lines Grace!
Hank
Exquisite sensuality, Grace. Love that black plum image...all of them, for that matter.
ReplyDeleteOh my. Your visuals are stunning, elegantly simple as solitary items, but when combined in the way you constructed them... simply stunning.
ReplyDeleteDelicate and sensual. Very pretty, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love these:
ReplyDelete"tempting all my fruits"
"ribbed with moon's ardor"
"as ripe plum
your tongue is ice"
really so well done, Grace ~
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