When I see your curled toes
Middle of the night
What I feel!
When I see your desperate yawn
Early morning,
What I feel!

Yes, I don't have to explain
Your welcome fingers
Your welcome toes
And your welcome lips
That's all the memory I couldn't fade.
When I trace your sleepy breath
Against my shoulder
What I know!
When I watch you stretch and turn
Tangled in white sheets
What I know!

You remember, my little girl,
That I kissed you under the bamboo grove.
No, you didn't laugh
But now, you laugh.
Laugh your ass off, for what, my little girl?
I don't know,
It's a fate's miracle.

The way you mumble half-formed words
Remember?
While dreaming still
While holding still
These moments weave themselves
Into the edges of my days.

Your coffee-warmed hands
Finding mine across the table
What I treasure!
Your laugh that breaks
Through afternoon silence
What I treasure!

I don't need grand gestures
Or scripted declarations
Just your weight beside me
Your rhythm matching mine
This ordinary magic we create.
We created!
Didn't we?

When I see your eyes flutter
Fighting off the dawn
What I feel!
While I drop you off at that hill.
Remember?
That hill of love-land!

When I catch your secret smile
Lost in your own thoughts
Walking down those curly roads
What I feel!

Yes, the world can keep its poetry
I have your welcome fingers
Your welcome toes
Your welcome lips
And every small forever
We build without even trying.

Remember we made love, my darling
That early evening, that day
That year,
Remember!
We made love in your very own bed,
Darling
That's what I remember
Until my last breath
That's what I have been writing
All my life,
Hiding in many layers,
But that is love.

Yes, I still recall your bed's smell.
That's the best smell in the room.
My darling!

You remember, my little girl,
That I kissed you under the bamboo grove.