Bonsai

forced beauty

He clips a yellow leaf

on the skinny branch

shaped like cloud

or swirling silk.

Lively shoots reach the wind

his face, love melts petty fingers

I see dew in her hands

or lips, greenish, see-through skin

Sing, sing the song of curly leaves

and rough body

and teary heart, break thru the cracks

of her shell.

Bonsais, angels

with glued feathers made their wings.

Where bonsai lays pebbles cover

Where bonsai stays rain is closer

His fingers slide bonsai wounded

on those legs he tied

here lays the knot, cross over

buckling her heart, screaming

in pain

Beautiful, aged, she looks

Thousand decades, she feels.

For my sad ladies.

2013