I hide myself with in a flower
That wearing on your breast
You, unsuspectingly wear me, too
And Angels know the rest.
I hide myself with in my flower
That, fading from your vase,
You unsuspectingly feel for me,
Almost a loneliness.
-Emily Dickenson
In this world love has no color-
Yet how deeply my body is stained against yours.
-Izumi Shikibu
