30.10.08

Tanka


Dusk, the green valleys,

your cello bows to the moon,

and with each note

my breast too, like the strings,

stirs with longing, for your touch.


©2008 Beatrice van de Vis 

2 comments:

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

again, I love this so much! :)

junot said...

I enjoyed your page, particularly the erotic poetry and some very interesting essays.