From May 1999. Dating in a nutshell.
sushi date
I watch Masa slice the fish
draw his knife quick
along the gleaming belly
it seems to move itself
as I float forever
on your voice
the soft curve of your lips
cradling words
full of recent events
devoid of meaning
God you are beautiful
your eyes, way across the table
speak volumes of perhaps
my most supple wish
might not bend so easily
You are dainty
choosing any
exquisite piece
elegant fingers
dancing in the air
a graceful semaphore
spelling out
in secret language
what I wish to believe
is never true
I watch your wrists
as you rend
the cleaved chopsticks
into a pair of daggers
my heart winces in anticipation
Death might be the least of it
We agree
sushi is good for us
odd, then
we would deign to eat it