YOSANO AKIKO (1878-1942)
Black hairTangled in a thousand strands.Tangled my hair andTangled my tangled memoriesOf our long nights of lovemaking.***Press my breasts,Part the veil of mystery,A flower blooms there,Crimson and fragrant.***Not speaking of the way,Not thinking of what comes after,Not questioning name or fame,Here, loving love,You and I look at each other.***Left on the beachFull of water,A worn out boatReflects the white skyOf early autumn.
I'm a sucker for a mucky poem...
ReplyDeletePuss
O so am I.
ReplyDeleteThat's why I loved the series you posted.
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