Once upon a time the sun came out of the mountains the morning I bumped into your tenderness.
I tripped over your affection, there where the break of day first begins, everything seems endless.
Take me as I am, had you thought I wasn't the one, I'd have proved you wrong with an embrace.
I'm devoted to you my imperator; write your haikus on me with the colour of your paint brush.
I will sanctify my torso with holy oil and I will pledge allegiance as your samurai so you can use me as your canvas.
I'm enamoured with you my mentor, recite your oath, say aishiteru; you do make me blush.
Let me sew love even if we get embroiled, read my skin as if it were a novel, discover that spot in me as if I were an Atlas.
Let us sway to the melody of the harp while your kimono swirls until it drops on the wooden parquet, be carefree.
It's alright to dither, if it is your first time to this dojo, I'll show you around.
It's alright to linger, unfold your katana and make my inner spirit quiver.
We are like yin and yang, I despise you but I need you, without you I'd wither.
We may be miles away from each other now, but I wear your perfume.
There's proof of your handwriting on me, images I evoke at dusk which rock me to sleep:
The memory of your fingertips stroking the vines climbing up my concealed garden.
The memory of your lips trapping mine as I felt butterflies being set free inside me.
Feet touching, pieces of our walls which fitted together to finish a secret puzzle.
Mouths speaking in different tongues but understanding each other when they reached each other's warmth.
Eyes translating what our hearts experienced but couldn't express.
Back then it was easy to love, I look through the window this morning and see your smile in the king star. You've come to pay a visit, though I know I'm late, you've seen me hours ago, there where the break of day first begins.
