miyako73
02-05-2014, 04:07 AM
Between us is obscured
By the vast distance
And obstructed
By the distortion of light;
You, in the garden,
A miracle of symmetry,
Are intoxicated
By the last colors of spring,
And I, on the patio,
A glutton of your existence,
Am aroused
By the angles of your quiet grace.
Your curves are the silhouettes
Of the geisha
In the dim-lit room
After I pulled her kimono;
The weight of your movement
Is as light as the dollar bill
I let go to land
On her willing bosoms;
Your blush in many nuances
Is the shy glow
Of her powdered hands
Gently pushing my shoulders.
I can see the tinge of age
And the hint of contentment
In your slow dancing
As you play with the blossoms;
You spend more time
On each flower
And on every leaf
As if to say goodbye.
If today is your last afternoon
And if you want to see me again,
Come back as a moth—
I am blind at night.
By the vast distance
And obstructed
By the distortion of light;
You, in the garden,
A miracle of symmetry,
Are intoxicated
By the last colors of spring,
And I, on the patio,
A glutton of your existence,
Am aroused
By the angles of your quiet grace.
Your curves are the silhouettes
Of the geisha
In the dim-lit room
After I pulled her kimono;
The weight of your movement
Is as light as the dollar bill
I let go to land
On her willing bosoms;
Your blush in many nuances
Is the shy glow
Of her powdered hands
Gently pushing my shoulders.
I can see the tinge of age
And the hint of contentment
In your slow dancing
As you play with the blossoms;
You spend more time
On each flower
And on every leaf
As if to say goodbye.
If today is your last afternoon
And if you want to see me again,
Come back as a moth—
I am blind at night.