Disappear
        for Junichi

your love so languid
lying still on sunday morning
skin against cotton
hands and legs intertwined

your touch sensual
sifting through rice
rinsing in the kitchen sink,
fingers traverse my hair
trace each strand

your scent lush
leaves turning to earth
green tea steeping
bamboo stretching to sky

your voice liquid
gold pouring in folds
each word solid
statues adorning a hillside
poems worth making
a pilgrimage to

your pulse pounding
feet against pavement
shinjuku, roppongi, kyoto
our shadows stretched
across shrines
across continents
across time

disappear with me
I will walk with you
anywhere