On Poetry and Culture Shock

Another haiku about hands

Our tangled hands are dry
but they hold a slippery love,
Too fragile to last.

Manos entrelazadas,
Secas aunque sostengan un amor resbaladizo
demasiado frágil para durar.

Hmmm... this one doesn’t say everything I want it to say. It should be more ambiguous, or more sensuous, or both.

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