Rear Window

從後窗看去，潔白的床單上躺著輾轉的少女，

皺摺裡藏匿著心事。

 

她穿著柔軟的Christian Dior曳地長裙，

與她在床上纏綿悱惻；

或純白、或淺棕色的蕾絲從吊帶處蜿蜒，

摩挲著細膩的肌膚，

與她喃喃低語，

隔著厚重的窗，未能聽見她的話，

只見她嬌豔欲滴的紅唇一開一合，

似夏天那顆熟透的櫻桃。

一顆櫻桃汁水滴落，在床單上化開、蔓延，如花朵般盛開。

 

隔了不久，她的眼皮低垂，睏意席捲，

她倚在床邊，打了個哈欠，

遂帶著這些心事一同前往更香甜的美夢。

她嘴角微揚，酒窩深陷，水蜜桃般的清香在閨房縈繞，

或許美夢不在腦海裡，她即是美夢。

 

Looking through the rear window, a maiden lies on pristine sheets,
Her secrets hidden within the folds.

In a Christian Dior gown of soft elegance trailing on the floor,
Intertwined with passions on the bed;
Laces, whether pure white or light brown, meander from the straps,
Caressing delicate skin,
As she murmurs softly,
Beyond the heavy window, unheard words,
Only witnessing her luscious red lips opening and closing,
Like a ripe summer cherry.

A cherry's juice drops, unfolding and spreading on the sheets,
Blooming like flowers.

After a while, her eyelids droop, drowsiness sweeping over,
Leaning by the bedside, she yawns,
Carrying these thoughts into sweeter dreams.
Her lips curl, dimples deep, the fragrance of peaches lingering in the chamber,
Perhaps the dream isn't in her mind, she is the dream.