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, May 2010
Butterfly Dream: Mother's Voice Haiku by Hilary Tann
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*English Original*
calling home --
the colour of mother’s voice
before her words
*Dust of Summers*, 2007
Hilary Tann
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)...
