THE BED Poem by Shuntaro Tanikawa

THE BED



The woman is asleep
another one is also perhaps
in pain, having reverted to being a small girl

Deep behind their covered breasts
their pulsing hearts
mark time

Life puts forth scent
between
the lukewarm sheets

The bed,
while dreaming of love,
brews evil

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