poetry month

[brigdh]

All I Have to Do - Anonymous, translated by Martha Ann Selby

All I have to do
is hear his name
and every hair on my body
just bristles with desire.

When I see
the moon of his face,
this frame of mine
oozes sweat like a moonstone.

When that man
as dear to me as breath
steps close enough to me
to stroke my neck,

the thought of jealousy
is shattered in my heart
that's only sometimes
hard as diamond.