Sam Yau
I can’t distinguish
our lovemaking from
our poetrymaking
In the twirling wind
fly our tender words
and passionate kisses
We become poetry
to each other
This primal wildfire
This burning desire
now seared upon
our body and soul
When the dust settles
our new love poem
emerges from the ashes
In your iris
I see my reflection
I am no longer the same
From each flare
we re-create each other
a new image
sculpted by words