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Four Tanka
by Pamela A. Babusci
in your hands
i become a pebble
polished smooth
hot petals fall
from your lips to mine
spider mum
weave your liquid petals
around
the tendrils of our passion
& the whiteness of love
white mist rising
around the pond
i seek out
blue lotus perfume
clinging to your nakedness
skinny dipping
in a summer river
a million stars
clothe us
in liquid light
A Solitary Woman (2013)
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