Love Tanka #2
Fire ants climb from
clay mounds, rests between my toes.
I wait to greet you
under the chokecherry tree,
sucking ripe berries—stained lips …
… kiss the tops of breasts
blushing red, feet ablaze, you
slip your tongue between
neck and chin, ignore the sting,
your love resides amidst burns.
This poem is written as part of #frapalymo which Bee will be translating into English for us at The Bee Writes… Today’s prompt is a coupled prompt. I combined today’s and tomorrow’s: “the I” and “the you.”