Hiromi’s Whisper

Sakura blossoms—
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