Love Poem – by Luoyang Chen
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A mere glimpse
at its bitterest.
We sit with our legs crossed.
I grip your feet in white socks, then rub
them, feeling the tiles between my dialectics.
Relax, heartbeats, and sitting still.
You smile at me and sniff my hair.
I wait until you buckle in to light a cigarette.
I feel embarrassed to introduce myself
as a poet. It is all memory now
in the loop of void, oblivion, and otherworld.
The literary will eventually turn your stomach.
But because I cannot continue this living I have
no other option. Past lives or 姻缘 as the distant moon
that once upon a time was close, so close. Don’t cry.
I light an incense. I light another cigarette.
It was intimacy.
I enjamb this.
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