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: Anzac Parade Haiku by André Surridge
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*English Original*
Anzac parade
shoulder to shoulder
headless shadows
André Surridge
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
澳紐軍團遊行
肩並肩
無頭的影子們
*Chinese Tr...