Chen-ou Liu Poems

spicy chicken …
this impulse to ask
if she's married
...

sultry dusk...
the nape of her neck
draws me in
as a streetlamp
...

casting no glances
at me
Time is a hectic traveller -
I've greyed
...

blind date:
her long hair cascading
into the spring night
...

plum blossoms...
I shake off all thoughts
of returning home
...

ice pellets
bouncing off my head
this April day
like that winter night
...

"I just need
more space between us..."
at sunset
I barely hear her
...

I stand still
saying nothing, everything
as she waves goodbye...
the sound of leaves
...