for Vladimir Nabokov
we turn
to each other
in a wet kiss
the scent
of her tousled hair
liquid moonlight
splashing her face
the small o
of her crimson mouth
as I unzip her jeans
she wears her panties
with a man's eye in mind
her young body
contains a life story
as much as her brain
the conversation
of our sweaty bodies
she asks me
what remains of this
behind-closed-doors relationship
Atlas Poetica, 30, 2017
Butterfly Dream: Sun-Drenched Song Haiku by Kala Ramesh
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*English Original*
long after sunset
the cuckoo’s
sun-drenched song
*Acorn*, 52, Spring 2024
Kala Ramesh
*Chinese Translation (Traditional) *
日落後一段時...