The River Returns – A Collection of Tanka poems
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His message to meet
at moon rise among the flowers
sparkles a secret
on her smiling face passion
glows with charming fervor
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She is no moon yet
she drifts like the moon, takes care
of him from the sky–
meets him for short, waxing
leaves him for a long, waning
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Before going to bed
she looks too sad to have
any sweet dream:
the lonely lamp glints no love
and no star peeks through the curtains
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Yearning to meet him
she turns a silk-worm spinning
love-silk in cold night–
stands in a shade melting tears
like a candle, drop by drop
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Stains of dried dewy
tears on the eyelids tell of
the load on her mind:
clothed in spring the willow twigs
reveal the changed relation
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Locked in the shadows
of unrolled curtains her love
in the lone boudoir:
she plays tunes on the guitar
flowers fade at the windows
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She senses all things
changing as she passes through
the city again:
should I leave the old house or
lie in the grave before death
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Twisting tassels
round her finger fears coming
of night in bed:
octopus grips the body
and buckles into disgrace
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At the river
she folds her arms and legs
resting her head
upon the knees and sits
as an island
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Is it her quietus
that she roars in herself
like a sea
waves upon waves
leaps upon herself?
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Gods couldn’t change the rhythm
of the body and its needs:
erotic scars stick–
after three decades love waves
tense the flesh and rock the night
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When the sun is erotic
and the moon lyric
the winds turn tempestuous
in the orbit of love
legs slide by calls of nature
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Before the foamy
water could sting her vulva
a jelly fish passed
through the crotch making her shy–
the sea whispered a new song
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Swirling spiral
of her skirt spills tides of dream
and memory:
I breathe fire in the dance
forgetting bends and twists
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When I wanted to change
seats my friend said she can
only if the door’s locked
the light out and her mom
in another city
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When I inhale in
your mouth and exhale stroking
hair or caressing
I ride you into joy and
make you hail morning like earth
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Life limits between
whence the sun rises and where
it goes to relax:
joys of a fleeting moment
I see Aditi in your eyes baby jeeter