Summer Love The black smoke rising means that I am cooking dried 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 breakfast—but, please – do not linger; nothing worse in the morning that last night's love. Your belly is flat and your skin—milk 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 others— —blue 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 iris— where nothing else matters but the dew and the light. -Marilyn Chin
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
