I’ve braided your looks
Into my soul like
A knot of nurturance
Your burgundy tongue
Of earth-laced hope
In truth, I’m not sure
I would survive without you
The writing that writes in me
And the art of harmony
Incarnated in our daily lives
Through the paired fortunes
Of our highs and lows
I live in awe of your embrace
Your laugh over our ashes
The destiny of waiting
A lifetime just for a moment
We’ve swam in darkness
Endured a loyalty of stupidity
To people who were ingenuine
I’ve tattooed your language
Into my consciousness
That I might be able to
Speak and write mandarin
Poems one day, so that
The spoken tongues
Of the ancient Taoists
Might speak through me.
Photography courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Giulia-Mihai-Flowers-501597812
Wuji Seshat 