Approximant
Let’s try again:
tongue tip against the
gum ridge let the
air flow feel the
rivulets emerge
from both sides
of the grassy road
and the deep
desire for le--乐
‘laugh’ & ‘quick joy’
taste the passing
of nothingness
as in a
k-i-s-s: giving
up the effort
to control
what’s not
yours
. . .
while I
stare
the empty
space
where you
stood before me
[absent] the
liquid air
[you not letting go]
I readjust
& focus
there you are
again: hair
smells of
ocean salt
[silence]
we laugh
at each other
back to childhood
you whip the
stool with young
bamboo
my horse
galloping forward
I look back
you blossom
like pink peach
flowers overlooking
our secrecy:
love & fairytale
riding
the same horse
those who fall
are too weak
to stand the
wind
:4/13/05