(I have to memorize and recite this for class.)
Eight pairs of sexy panties
so many pathways
to the cherry tree.
The bamboo
has two new shoots:
my lover's spagetti straps.
Tonight to drown my longing
I drink sake
from her seamless cups.
White birches
along the water.
Women in matching coordinates.
In this world
there are straw sandals.
Then there are bedroom slippers.
Our time on earth
high-cut brief.
From this planet
the stars only come
in small and extra small.
The crows lift from the limb.
Take off
your black thong.
Out of loneliness,
I try on
your blackberry brassiere.
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