The Nudity Of A Man

The nudity of a man rises out distinctively
from the steam of the sauna house,
like the mid-year moon that dashes
from the encaging mist of the night
and falls into the crystal pond of my eyes.
The moon is warm.

Aiden Heung, a native Chinese poet currently working and living in Shanghai. He writes about the city of Shanghai and about people who live in this city. He is a Tongji University graduate.

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