Poetry Tuesday: You With Your Beautiful Swaying Walk

By King Amaru, c. 700 AD.

“You with your beautiful swaying walk, where
are you going near midnight?”
“To my lover who is worth more than my own
breath to me.”
“But you’re so young. How can you be walking
alone without any fear?”
“Isn’t the god of love with his arrows
always by my side?”

;o)

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