Linh Dinh translates Thanh Thao

I will slip a rice stalk on your wrist
a jade bracelet sounds of crickets a leave of grass
a flame of skin and flesh
drowned in a pair of pinkish nipples

I will drape around your neck
the mysterious necklace of night
the clear bells of autumn
tremble as the city flies back towards the sky

I will drape on your chest
a tempest