Tickle The Skins On My Feet Poem by RIC BASTASA

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