Ho Xuan Huong

(1772 - 1822 / Nghệ An Province)

Day and Night


Peekaboo we used to play;
my hands covered my face,
your hands covered your face,
incredible, there we were gone.

That is what we play now, your
hands on my face and my hands
on your eyes. Incredible
how we disappear into each other.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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