Marichiko.

You ask me what I thought about

Before we were lovers.

The answer is easy.

Before I met you

I didn't have anything to think about.





Making Love with you

Is like drinking sea water.

The more I drink

The thirstier I become,

Until nothing can slake my thirst

But to drink the entire sea.





You wake me,

Part my thighs,
and kiss me.

I give you the dew

Of the first morning of the world.





Your tongue thrums and moves

Into me, and I become

Hollow and blaze with

Whirling light, like the inside

Of a vast expanding pearl.





As I came from the

Hot bath, you took me before

The horizontal mirror

Beside the low bed, while my

Breasts quivered in your hands, my

Buttocks shivered against you.





Some day in six inches of

Ashes will be all

That's left of our passionate minds,

Of all the world created

By our love, its origin

And passing away.





I hold your head tight between

My thighs, and press against your

Mouth, and float away

Forever, in an orchid

Boat on the
River of Heaven.




I cannot forget

The perfumed dusk inside the

Tent of my black hair,

As we awoke to make love

After a long night of love.





Every morning, I

Wake alone, dreaming my

Arm is your sweet flesh

Pressing my lips.





--from The Love Poems of Marichiko