This long longing
For your linen’s scent
Our tangled fingers
Your warmth, my delicacy.

Under the Single Sun,
On the seashore that knots
Our two lands wide apart,
In the twilight bliss we kiss.

The fireflies burn with lust
Night sky dance in gay
Tangled bodies we become
In the entwined dream that we share.


PHOTO CREDIT : HENRY LAI
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