Even in the dark I think of you—
If you are spring, come to me,
sweeten the mouth, lay pink florets
over my round bosom. Come to me,
loosen the braid resting on the nape
if you are autumn. If you are winter,
come also, it is high time to be bold,
my trembling hands will unveil my flaw.
Any time, any season, return to me.
Come nonetheless, come nonetheless.
I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.
Purple smoke rises from the mountain top
The peak looks like an incense burner in the sunlight
Far away I see the valley stretching before me
The whole waterfall hangs there
The torrent dropping three thousand feet
Straight down to the valley floor
I think it must be the milky way
Spilling to the earth from the heavens.
~Li Bai, Viewing the Lu Mountain Falls
Image: Man looking at a waterfall, Li Tang , (Chinese, 1050s-1130), Qing dynasty, Smithsonian Museum
morning bird songs
from long ago
…a lingering moon