Poetry Tuesday: What She Said

Kaccipettu Nannakaiyar, from the Classical Tamil Anthologies (c. AD 50-300).

My lover capable of terrible lies
at night lay close to me
in a dream
that lied like truth.

I woke up, still deceived,
and caressed the bed
thinking it my lover.

It’s terrible. I grow lean
in loneliness,
like a water lily
gnawed by a beetle.

;o)

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