by Keiko Shibata

 

contrived notions

love misspelled

my friend enjoys

the dish that’s spicy

with grated ginger

sautéed in soy sauce

the passionate tongue

delights in hidden flavors,

the casual touch

and the look

in the faceless crowd

the hunger to inhabit

nude colored lips part

firm legs walk the city

pass by honeycomb buildings

and it begins to rain

people with yearnings

alone with raw dreams

words etched within

there is much to learn

while dancing

on a flower petal.