wisps of pink
scattered on the floor
The whistling
bamboos
calling my name
Voices, messages—
softly binding us
in the unseen
One, two, three—
love, affection, admiration
arranged like petals
She appreciates
my style with
cherries at
heart
Through fragrant breaths
Hiromi smiles
and whispers
closing her eyes—
we drift like petals
in the sunset silhouette