Kuvera's Boke

2006-03-21

Whenever my lover touches me

Like the algae on the well
from which the townsfolk drink,
my paleness goes away
whenever my lover touches me.
And whenever he leaves
it spreads over again.

(translation of an ancient Tamil poem from Kuruntokai, "Anthology of 400 Short Poems on Love")

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