To a woman stood too close

Your possible mouth—
rinnumerable smile 
rthe motion of your tongue
rwhen you laugh leaves me weak.

Your possible lips—
rswollen with desire
rnectar and blood
rhaunt my dreams.


Today I live on an island of my own
rgathering shellfish like apples
rfor the dinner I would cook you
rbut eat alone.


A perfect sunset
rover ko phi-phi
rearly evening stars
r —one falls
ra possible kiss! 

                                    —ko pu, thailand
                                    —5 february 97