Winds of Wasabi
Have you tasted the delicious torment of oysters
Let your foccacia bread drip with soft green salted olive oil
Do you know the love of Sushi
and boldly face the wild winds of wasabi
The tellers of the tales...these
unbridaled ocean gifts
smashing against the rocks
and found deep in the white and black sands
of beaches I have laid apon
These... the oils of Solomon that drip like mir from lovers hands
those that touch and those that are forced to say goodbye
Here, find them here, in your breads and oils
Taste the memory of what it is, what it was, to love
Find it there, just there, in that flash of purity
as the oyster hits the back of your throat
There... yes, there
when the wasabi flings open your passageways
and you breathe for the first time in your life
Here, yes, here I am
in all of these
as you will always be for me
hidden in tree moss
beneath enormous boulders so strong and large I find I must believe
in miracles
in the wind that catches in my sail
in you and perhaps
in time- even in me.
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