The Riverside Willow

The two of us stood in this place on countless occasions,
as you talked to me about so many unimportant topics.

I listened to your words, not because I cared for them;
I listened to your talk because I knew the hunger
for your flesh and blood would be satisfied soon enough.

The way you looked at, “the big old elegant green one
with unkempt hair like mine” was a woman’s talk to me,
yet it never moved me.

I think of you, and I play your mannerisms, your face,
your voice, your speech; I play them over and over in my
mind so that I will never forget.

The riverside willow of you. The unkempt hair that hung
around your beautiful face, like the weeping willow
branches hang down into the river, is all I have left of you.

I realised too late that your time with me here in this
place was more important than only the hunger, which
is all I knew, for your flesh and your blood.

Your flesh and your blood was my desire for you, yet
your words, your actions, your love, and you,
the unkempt hair you, was the reason for my hunger.

One With the Seat

Your fancy porcelain throne
has stood the test of time.

A safe haven from your nagging love,
where a zen calm resets your soul.

You sit upon the throne looking at memes
and giggling uncontrollably.

A knock at the door shatters your zen
calm, and you look startled.

Your love peeks in to remind you there’s
a boring lunch on soon.

You say something pleasant, and the eye
rolling from your love begins.

The door doesn’t close properly, and the
zen moment has passed.

You let the trumpet play a wild tune, then give
your sweet porcelain pot a pat.

The thought of being one with the seat again
makes you smile.

Your Sun

Standing at the door
to your room, you
are oblivious, her gaze.

Standing, looking at you,
thinking of your hair,
feet, the way you love.

Standing still hoping you
won’t notice the way
she lingers, doubts much.

Standing by the door,
you feel the presence
of your beautiful star.

Standing behind you,
you know she looks at
you with so much love.

Standing there, you pretend
not to notice, to feel
the warmth from your sun.