I, committed writer
of your body,
a scroll of eros;
you, casual reader
of my face,
a map of solitude.
We screw each other
less in reading
than in writing.
Breadcrumb Scabs, #17
Butterfly Dream: Pregnant Buffalo Haiku by Angelee Deodhar
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*English Original*
late afternoon
up to its belly in hyacinths
a pregnant buffalo
*The Heron’s Nest,* 7:1, 2005
Angelee Deodhar
*Chinese Translation (Tr...