Tanka For Two (A Somonka)

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You rise every
day, my face in your pocket,
rubbing flesh red, raw.
I’m a sore spot you can’t feel.
I’m a prize you don’t dare keep.

You pushed me away,
greedy wants, needs, and wishes.
No me left to give.
I dream of you in black-and-
white. You’re my little secret.


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Yes, Women and Men Do Think Differently

I'm sure you know this already. We are different creatures. It's nice to keep that in mind before jumping to conclusions. 

The below poem is composed in the fun poetic form called somonka, written for the prompt at Poetic Asides. There may be a bit of truth in these words.

She Thought, He Thought

Every morning
I wake to coffee dripping
from your hands to my
heart. It stays in the kitchen.
You leave me an empty mug.

I tiptoe around
the house letting you sleep in
while I dress for work.
Coffee waits for your waking,
a pot of love and longing.

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