HER CARESS
carving on the rock,
sculpting through its stream,
dancing through the walls,
engraving its ever-changing shape…
Such is the love of the woman I love,
changing on my skin, a flowing stream.
New colors and stretch marks...
old voices from afar...
from the beginning of time.
I carry my scars with pride,
I enjoy the ever-new waves...
Here I am, happily waiting,
quiet and still...
for the next flood to come.
-C.
To 郎曼曼。