incalescent touch
serously thawed, dripping, wet
~sparkling like crystal~
in the cool down of twilight
where I am just yours, alone
Tag Archives: Tanka
Intro 5: Siege
The depths of my soul
Sent me spinning into cloister and redoubt
No wall was left untouched
Except that in my desperately held defense
Myself remained, but nothing more
David Emeron: Sonnets 