tanka – C & K

A Fever

Lost in the fever for days
as the fever breaks
I hear thunder and smell rain
dewy skin no more
feet set out to find the fan

The clippers vanished
long ago when they were boys.
Slowly their beards grew.
Too cold for the birds to nest,
long enough to keep snowflakes.

A quick cheeky wink
Hoping for love’s first nibble
A quick side-eye glance
Discovering a partner
Feeling sorry for yourself

A song speaks to you
stories in the melody
stirring memories
You play the song on repeat
shifting your emotions, soul

Darkness on a spoon
lush bubbly sweetness and light
glass encased dessert
Belgian milk chocolate mousse
delicious goth glam lipstick

Emmentaler cubes
Rustic tables, cedar chairs
Fresh, clear apple juice
Laughter and the sound of love,
a merry apple harvest

Be my companion
Look to me as your lighthouse
through good times and bad
Be mine until our ship sails
from the shell-covered sea shore

I’ll take you away,
take you down my old circuit,
show you my old life.
No need to feel sorry for
a non-existent childhood.

Remembering us
standing in the summer rain
wetting our dry skin?
Now we stand inside waiting
for the acid rain to fall.

A black and white room
Classical glam with a twist
Envious longing
Colours of your ombre hair
Mix with your blood on the floor