a bamboo, swerving back and forth but upright always she was
in her greenness, I was drunk on her wild fragrance
a pillow, feather-filled cushion
and in sweet submission my head took refuge on her soft bosom
dark hair dancing through the darkness of night
gasping… panting …
wide opened my eyes counted each breath stroking her delicate fibers

I was in sweet dream

then … love was invaded
a cobra, she implanted her teeth in my vein…
venom of lovey-dovey rippled through the heart-bank

a magpie-nest, had one known who would’ve fallen in that wile
never! oh! never!