Approximant            

Let’s try again:

tongue tip against the

gum ridge let the

air flow feel the

rivulets emerge

from both sides

of the grassy road

and the deep

desire for le--乐

‘laugh’ & ‘quick joy’

taste the passing

of nothingness

as in a

k-i-s-s: giving

up the effort

to control

what’s not

yours

. . .

while I

stare

the empty

space

where you

stood before me

[absent] the

liquid air

[you not letting go]

I readjust

& focus

there you are

again: hair

smells of

ocean salt

[silence]

we laugh

at each other

back to childhood

you whip the

stool with young

bamboo

my horse

galloping forward

I look back

you blossom

like pink peach

flowers overlooking

our secrecy:

love & fairytale

riding

the same horse

those who fall

are too weak

to stand the

wind

:4/13/05