romaine babushka

frills of green leaves, I believe that I've seen you
creams, cheeses, and teeth breathing in eighteen days ago
down in the market all orange and gold. I believe that I've
seen you. do you remember? I wait and waver
washing walls and woodwork with my wonderland eyes
and you meet me here, orange creams and cheeses
oh, do you remember? your eyes are agate and I
cannot be sure.

I am a multicoloured gypsy skull,
wrapped like a gift in a paper shawl,
swinging fingers where you walk my way.
ringing like minima until you go away
I am a silk-green Indian cat
swaying away when you come past.
myriad mirage I miss you I stack up
inside of myself, matroshka mushroom
and mandarins, music and sitars--
love is a lychee, a lyric, a lunar explosion
desire is dancing, dharma, deciduous doorways and
cedar tea! my mouth breathes, your chest breathes
cedar tea with the deep sweet in your ears and teeth.
my mother is over the leeks and zucchini
my father is talking out by the far water
my heart is an apple all sweet and pink flesh
desire is dancing all cedar and tea. shells and bracelets
twinkle in the market, sprinkle my feet with sand and
sparkle and all my skin shivers, delivered and given
all wrapped in Indian fabric for you.

the view from my balcony is stalls and
lantern-shades and the view from my balcony
is you.