by Keiko Shibata, Contributing Editor

each day’s expression 

a glimpse of I

unrevealed in the mirror

voice and eyes a tinge

the play of posture and sway

a lightness touching the path

shape of my breasts suggestive

yet I am not who I appear to be

she is tucked inside of me

disclosed in heated passion

beyond the pillow

a flowering cherished

fleeting with each breath

the I inhales and exhales

the vulnerable remains calm.