Sleeping with Buson

[miyako73]

In front of him—
archer,
oarsman
wearing a cotton loincloth—
I hesitated
then shied away.

The scissors
sharp like his other blades—
sword,
dagger—
were unwilling
before the white chrysanthemum.

[cacian]

this is an intriguing piece
it is almost surreal but then miyako73 all your work is which gives it an own flavour .

the last line is rather captivating :)