Not Enough

Use Your Tongue” was supposed to be tanka-prose. But I fell in pure lust with one (or 3) line-breaks, and had to write the piece as free verse. The poem below would’ve been the tanka part of it. I’m still thinking of linking the two at some point in some sort of almost tanka-prose, or in an experiment in free verse with tanka in it. Write and see, I guess…

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Not Enough

Hands are not enough
to hold my mind, use your words,
feed me cared for verbs—
my flesh will not thrive on grunts
while my soul is fed silence.
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– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

“Gaijin Geisha”, by Shelle Kennedy

Use Your Tongue

My eyes and hips, and that spot over my heart (the one you kiss to make me moan all my wants) understand body language. The rest of me needs
more.

Speak to me.

If you don’t remember to use your tongue, you will lose my heart…

…without heart, you
can’t have me.

Speak to me.

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– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.