To the God Skype (나의 신 스카이프에게)

By | 22 May 2011

The face of the loved one
the only face
the face which speaks to mine.

One leaf curls to the other
they fold, in and out
To each other’s autumn breeze.

Her perspiration, the brow that she wipes
her labours to be well,
to rest the right way. O love.

Her beautiful hands that belong to the piano.
Her wrist, exquisitely showing her bangle.
The palm that rests in the small of my back.

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