She borns with long legs and a nurturing waist,
I mean it because those tiny apples don't grow unchased,
but pairing her ears, rings, scarves,
and she'd ascend when she starves.
That's what I read about
a daughter beside the river,
peck of flower on boat,
flows no foot as we chinese say: wanderer forever.
I chase, you said me the fox has unscathed eyes,
and an apparition on fur,
haunting untrained, through ice-
like water in an unleashed grandeur.
Weave me in a nod, please do you always do;
until then swear you will eagle the head to sky,
once again when the fox flip over the rainbow-eye,
And see——outside the fence,
Beneath the shrub, a tail waves for one more tale.
YOU ARE READING
Tigress from the east
PoetryA poetry collection written by a Chinese girl. Biggest life goal of her: sitting in perfect balance of daylights and nights, back towards a mysterious naked tree, a cup of chai is better than coffee. Thinking, turn a being as living
