tickle the skins on my feet
with the tips of the hair in your
head,
i will smile
you will matter
bow down as i spread my
thoughts on the floor
like a geisha
you shall pick them up
like sesame seeds
and offer them with some
steam and tea
tonight
i will be your samurai
without a sword
i have this cherry
blossom to put in your breast
you shall kiss my neck
as i am your
vase
in the morning
some more cherry blossoms
hang on the tree
like tiny butterflies
we watch in silence still
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