Beneath the sumi-e painting
The slowly spinning fan washing
Over my sleep like a water-dream
While you rise above me
In your white silk robe
That is washed against your body
With each passage of the fan
You wake me with your hand
Pressed against my chest
Holding me in place until
Like the water-dream you
Wash over me
Beneath the Sumi-e painting
(For T.R. after reading Li-Young Lee "The Winged Seed")
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