Two Poems

August Full Moon Love Song

(Tokyo, 30 years ago)

From many beds I have wanted you,
from floors, couches, sleeping bags,

and on dead-beat nights with my head
sagged back on someone else’s mattress.

Want you on this straw mat now,
cool moon on my belly.


Will you come like subtle water
into its oblique blessing

awakening like phosphorescence
electric networks in our low-lit flesh?



Leaf Litter

Those leaves are all down now,
dislodged from their dancing perches,
defiled and sodden in gutters and drifts.

Their shadows it was, casting shapes on your window,
strewn like caresses about us their whispers
in our last shared October’s benevolent light.

Those leaves are all down now.