The visitor

On the floor, there I sat

Pondering on the question

Of what would happen next.

My life, a bore, always determined by others.

I need to get away for a second,

that’s why I’m here.

They told me to give it a try

Since no one knew when we would return.

The lights in the room were dimmed only as much

To make up the hushing shadows behind the wall.

The scent of warm Jasmin

Filling up the room

Putting me in a state of trance,

I wouldn’t escape soon.

The door shyly slid open by pallid hands

But oh they were so exquisite hands

Like freshly burned porcelain.

Eyes as deep as the depths of the ocean,

Peaked behind the red colored fan.

Soaking me up.

I’m losing myself in time.

What’s your name?

Hanami Sir.

And like the first breeze of spring roaming through the mountains

Waking up the souls of the dead,

She danced through the room,

Like she was touching the clouds with her toes,

Spreading the fragrance of purity and desire.

And all I ever wanted was to become the air that she breathed

And the earth that would cover her dead body.