文／何强
“脚下的那片泥土，每抓起一把，都一定会攥出血来。”
-- 诗人芒克
谁的箫音在拨弄欲望，靠近你的呼吸，湿润和尘土的味道
与麦对话，一地赤裸的回味，还会有谁与我麦地听孕
唇边依然是你的温度，洇染一地红晕，怎么丰收悄悄离我远去？
Love is the soil
Pick up memories
— miniature Prose poetry
Author: HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Who in the flute sound of fiddling with desire, close to your breath, moist and the smell of dust
Dialogue with wheat, a naked aftertaste, wheat with me who will listen
Lip is still your temperature, spread and dyed a flush, harvest quietly away from me?
何强
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发表于 2013-7-8 07:29
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