Introduction

There is a spot of you on my bed-
the only trace that I have left.
I am not repulsed whatsoever.
To me, you leak nothing but nectar.

It pleases me, though you convey shame of your body.
This aroma, which is, by now, quite faint,
does not arouse my sensuality
as much as it comforts and secures me.

The feeling of closeness is as warm
as the memories
with which it is associated.
I have no regret toward them, either.