Dec 22, 2009 00:48
Hokkairo
I wrap my cold hands around you and I --
-- hear the wide smiles of a hundred wanting arms and stomachs
-- see the wafting scent of cakes and assorted sweetness
-- hear the love that feeds with burning eyes
-- dream the fiery cold winters and the empty pockets
-- taste the gentle taptaptap of the sun on my back
Am ready for today, and the day after the next, and all other days
With your soft words rolled up into a ball in my palm
Tomorrow maybe it's summer again
poetry