Ecstasy rips through my being,
an alien cocoon
liquefied by cold waves of euphoria
washes over me
when I hear her footsteps.
Her feet sink into the Persian in the hallway.
The stray cats outside announce her arrival,
paw-tracing secret shadow-messages,
violent black strokes
that halves the moon, and it bleeds.
I start to hyperventilate and sit up.
The stairs creak.
Her bamboo leaf green silk kimono
over her ankles and knees.
Seeping through the keyhole, a single breath
a husky ‘Konbanwa’.
The doorknob rattles open;
incense smoke slow dancing
in abandoned forest shrines.
Shiny slits for eyes illuminate the room;
a century-second passes,
mountain mist flows
over her breasts and hips
like fantastic waterfalls.
She opens her legs.
I smell her forest.