What the Concubine Said When She Heard the Wife Complain about the Concubine's Wiles -

Kuruntokai 370

In lily ponds, the plump colorful buds
are forced open by bumblebees
on his cool seashore.
I sit with him,
we are two bodies.

We lie together,
we are close
as fingers around a bow.

He goes home,
I too am left
with a single body.
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