A Date in Toyo

Melting

Beneath the pacified droplets, my pale fingers unearth a dwelling in clover

Burrowing,

Milky rabbits into your easeful hands

Pillowy buds and palm leaves pulsing limpid dewdrops

This diner’s love note pockets helpings from twinkling, tropical oceans

And inside my felicity’s space

Stains of pomegranate cushioning the apples of my cheeks,

the wax of my lip balm

 

Two cups of water poured under a summertide moon

Along chestnut pots, restaurant’s buttermilk puffs

Your tan skin gently blooming, interlacing the golden candlelight

My heartbeat sails apace with your warmth,

Your velvety breaths trot and compass my sweet murmurs

I think this brown noise is painted in beads of honey,

Sensitively vibrating with the whispers of the dyads

 

Folklores pose themselves

In circulating cookeries, tart dishes in oak wood plates

Squeeze my hand in tempo with the pendulum clock

We knot small pouches of knowledge

Of sea salt, fish, juniper herbs

Caramel ice cream

 

Nestled into the powdery starlight,

Philosophies flowered in my heart

I lightly tug on your gray polo sleeve

And plant my delight, like sprouting tea olives

Deeply

Into the delicate warmth of your skin