my love,
I sing you the morning
as sunlight drenches
the Tokyo sky
and small brown wrens
gather to fly
while I,
in a silken kimono
with chrysanthemum sash
gaze through my window
at a porcelain sky
the colour of ash,
in my mind's eye
I picture you
oceans away
and thus
erotically
I begin my day
as I evoke
the memory
of the thrust
of your hips

yours
is the name
that escapes
the darkness
of my parted lips
yes, I,
in a blue silken kimono
with chrysanthemum sash
gaze at a sky
the colour of ash


          Valentine's Day
          Tokyo, Japan