GODDESS

 

 

Go ahead, talk 

to me.

In front of you, I am 

glued by the enchanting

lyrics of your eyes.

Twin eyes, their color 

changes all the time.

They’re wings of a wild butterfly

in February-flapping extracted

scent on my face; making my heart

to twinkle like how a star

magically pounds in the sky.

Even the flowers in this

rainy Manoa or the mimicking 

black mynahs – they pause 

from dancing hula

as they look at you.

 

But, Deity

these lips sealed

when I am with you.

 

On this patch of

grass, I long

to see  my silhouette

sitting down 

passionately beside 

your lone  shadow

with these strong arms 

around you.