Japan, by way of Charleston, SC
Is deliciousness.
Beef, red and expectant, hot
Sinking into a bed of welcoming
Broth, silken sheets of flavor rumpled
With a stir.
The legs and fingers of tangled noodles
Soft and clinging, the cloying dampness of
Being separate longing to become
Inevitably joined,
One.
Kisses of green onion, bright,
Verdant, new.
A tongued taste of togarashi sweat
Gathered between breasts, slicking the backs
Of bent knees.
Tendriled hair, seaweed against the pillows,
Laced through a fist
Taught with passion.
The seeping yolk of orgasm
Flooding,
Flushing,
Fleeting.
Full.
Japan, by way of Charleston SC.
It isn’t love,
Simply udon.
Japan, by way of Charleston SC
-L.Mueller