You stumbled,
In the long
Red
Twilight,
He caught
You,
Boat pole
Dropped,
Falling
Into each
Other-
Drowning,
To surface-
Touching
For the
First time-
He ventured
A kiss,
Leaving you
Breathless-
He tasted
Of sweat,
Of green tea,
Of the sake
You'd poured
For him
Earlier,
Smelling
Of blood,
Of sandalwood
And steel,
Of animal musk
His hair
Falling
About you;
A silver curtain,
Talons gentled
Upon your
Back,
Upon your
Face,
In your
Hair-
Boyish skittishness
Now manly
Assurance-
Sun-warmed
Silk over
Stone-
Kosode and
Hitoe
Enfolding you
As wings-
The two
Of you flying,
Suspended
In the sun's
Death-
Your felt rain
Upon your
Face,
Opening
Your eyes
To see slow,
Silent tears
Slide down
His face,
Joining yours-
Unbidden
Prophecy
In the
Long
Red
Twilight.