Japanese Hanabi
I dove into the Daiya River,
was sucked under Sacred Bridge,
reflected red on pellucid water;
moist lips sipping me in.
I swam with Ayu fish and Masu
past rice, grains bursting from the heads,
while cicadas rubbed their music
to the stream’s heavy breath.
Brown limbs dripped lingerie blossom,
blowing Parma Violets through the air.
Yukata butterflies glittered with chitin,
geta sandals scraping winding trails.
Burnt orange lapped my face,
as Tourou lanterns broke the river’s skin.
Bamboo knuckles scratched my shoulders,
my throat circled by rippling fingers.
Warm thighs whispered between kimono silk,
clenched air spasmed in their breeze.
Eyes opened deep within the azure night,
drenched its face with maple-red tears,
From a wide, crushed velvet mouth,
white-hot flashes tongued the sapphire dark.
The silence blasted by a grinding glass shriek,
as neon Saturn sprayed across the sky.
