Suzanne Hayasaki Poems

I am as colorful as a chameleon.
I am as mercurial as clouds.
I am as acrobatic as an octopus,
Juggling time itself while spraying ink to distract you
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Play a symphony on my skin.
Let your fingertips dance on its surface.
Slide them lightly down my arm.
Then let them rest at the base of my spine.
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Come stand with me
Under a canopy
Of shooting stars
And red nebulas.
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He sits silently under a tree,
Not waiting
Not meditating
Not anticipating
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Try to remember that I’m delicate.
Try to keep in mind that I’m feminine.
Try to recognize that I am sensitive.
And I will try to remember that you’re not.
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I picture you sitting in your kitchen
Listening to something sophisticated
With strange time signatures and no singer
As I listen to something stripped down
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A symphony of green feeds my soul
As I make my way through a tunnel of trees
Where the early evening light sits like crystals
On leaves half blackened by their own shadows
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Meaning rises like a phoenix
In the space between us.
My mother's love for you
Raises me from the ashes
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Meet me in a rooftop bar
Overlooking Central Park
Where we can lose ourselves
In the anonymity of New York City.
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I want to paint.
I crave the tactile sensation
Of brush sliding over paper
Fearless of mistakes
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