The fragrant smell of the miso soup on the table
The crisp taste of the chilled water
My eyes on the menu looking for a prized combination of Japanese traditions to cancel my hunger
Your eyes, traveling every piece of the the only thing that could offset your hunger.
My lips
My cheeks
My nose
The set of blue waters I have for eyes.
My curves
My long golden waves, like seaweed from my head
A prized meal from the north of japan.
I look up
To find your eyes filled with desire
You found what you want
It's not on the menu
Your grin
Tells another story.
YOU ARE READING
Sonder and Wonder
PoetryA collection of poetry, with the first one being written at 16, and so on, with life experiences , come new poems. (Sonder - the realization that those around you have a life as complex as your own. )
