Sometimes I wonder
If her body traps sunlight,
Or rose cadences.
Who thinks of ginger at night,
Or the smell of indigo?
Do stars stop to think?
Or am I alone in thought
Over sunlit dreams?
Who whispers songs to pear juice,
But craves the taste of warm milk?
A baby’s weaned tongue
Wrote a haiku doused with flames,
As the milk just watched.
A couple stares at children.
The woman bears a secret.
Does anyone know
Where the snow in moonlight falls?
“Over the blankets.”
Silk sheets should summon courage,
Dust sparkles more than jewels.
Frogs bury secrets,
Spiders scare adolescents,
May cherry blossomed.
She seeks closure through citrus,
As the man stares at rose buds.
Hair sings in the rain.
Skin softens through silk.
Lips linger with lust.
A breeze freezes whispered thoughts
Spoken in angry silence.
Can dusk be a quilt
To a memory?
Forgotten in fabrics.
Birds only fly south when the north
Has transformed their world into ice.
Glossy vision of
Frosted pearls dancing
Onto dark pavement.
Sweet tastes pleasure the tongue, tease
The stomach and torment the soul.
Shadows speak softly
To selected strangers
And slivers of the sky.
The man who sees through black stone
Can read the minds of white demons.
The earth paints people
Onto its surface, weaves
Footprints into its core.
*This poem was written in the Renku form (18 alternating links consisting of a 5/7/5 stanza followed by a 7/7 stanza).
