
Woven emotion, love twisted in vines
inside the mind, ensnaring the heart.
A body writhing in pain and in pleasure.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form

Woven emotion, love twisted in vines
inside the mind, ensnaring the heart.
A body writhing in pain and in pleasure.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina