pop japonais.


Kyoko would stand

pulled

to the tip tops

of her aching feet

by narrow shoulders

each arm flung wide

in filigreed sincerity

sewn into the patchwork

lining of her breast

inward, all sides

an ember glow. beat & pulse!

igniting uncommon heat

a pearl to hold

in the palm of one's hand

the stitch of her tongue,

a blaze set alight

little fires.