September 2017

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By Gregory Piko

(after Yosano Akiko)


a scarlet rose

displays its bloom

before a lily

who bows, but offers

no hint of her secret


searching gently

for those soft hollows

my thumbs

sensitised by the dimples

in the small of your back


so pink

the apple blossom

at bud swell

its fragrance, about

to spill all around