M. D. Friedman's Blog

Poet & Atrist

Burn



Like flame on black wind


I dance madly for your love.


Each night I burn for


Your touch as smooth as moon smoke,


The smoldered blush of your kiss.


 

June 11, 2010 Posted by | Burn, Love, M. D. Friedman, poem, Poetry, tanka | 2 Comments

   

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