Summer Love

Summer Love

The black smoke rising means that I am cookingdried lotus, bay oysters scrambled with eggs.If this doesn't please you, too bad, it's all I have.I don't mind your staying for breakfastbut, please do not linger;nothing worse in the morning that last night's love.Your belly is flat and your skinmilk in the moonlight.I noticed your glimmer amongst a thousand tired eyes.When we dance closely, fog thickens, all distinctions falter.I let you touch me where I am most vulnerable,heart of the vulva, vulva of the heart.Perhaps, I fear, there will not be another like you.Or you might walk away in the same face of othersblue with scorn and a troubled life.But, for now, let the summer be savored and centuries be forgiven.Two lovers in a field of floss and iriswhere nothing else matters but the dew and the light.-Marilyn Chin