Wasabi lips grazed my ginger tongue.
He was eying up my caterpillar roll
inching closer to biting down.
I was ready to soy myself,
but he took it slow
nibbling on the seaweed beneath
as if he didn't know the Maki was comin'.
I let him have the sashimi
knowing I could take a whole roll.
It was sweet and spicy in my mouth,
the Dragon roll lead on to be
crunchy but finished smooth.
And lingered long after it was finished.
He drizzled Japanese mayo
onto the tuna over a seaweed salad
and I wished that I had room for more
when the scent lifted up my nose.
But I relaxed feeling as empty
as I did full.
The white linen was soaked
with soy,
embarrassed I did my best to clean it up.
It seemed he was about to close
as he was handing me a guest check
and a shit eating grin.
So foolish I was to think that
this wasn't on me.
Honorable mention
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