The hot sun drains me
from her well I draw afresh.
Tiny fountains spring :)
The sun is wild
her wellsprings cool
liquid balm.
I shade my eyes
his silhouette
in between distracts.
Upon the hot sand
our shadows lengthen
twist and squirm.
Map my dress
sweat from my armpits
he wanders in. —
Dry summer sun
dampness rolls off
her thighs.
Too hot
the sun wiped his sweat
summer showers!
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I would like to translate this poem
ah, is this poem symbolism of something i think i know? ..why the mention of the word 'thigh' so square?