I wanted to tell you, that
for a poem to be sho yu
it should simply be
garden
where words are
part leaf, part flower
and the sound that fills
the blank lines
is just the wind’s voice
drawn through your limbs
like a song,
a slow purr
born in the chlorophyll
of thought,
is just
the poem opening
in the double smile of a peony
because its fragrance
could no longer
remain within
that is,
if you take my face
in your hands
there is no need for botanics
or metaphor
for there aren't any words of joy
that cannot be read
on the single petal
of my face
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