Shanghai Street - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
I fell in love
With your black hair, Ping,
But have no real concept
What it would mean
To kiss your milk-white shoulders
And perfect neck.
Of deities and benevolent ancestors
Will guide me to a Shanghai street
To gaze at women
In pursuit of you.
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