she laid the ladle with silken grace


gazed across the table liken calm seas


passion in portions, a bowl for each emotion


above the mountain of rice danced ghostly streams



she reveled in his poised silence


eating lettuce like a cow eats patience grass


allowing the tongue to grapple with every flavor


chewing slowly, digesting every thought that pass



ying yang print adorns matching silk kimonos


he’s the candle, the spoon, and silent wisdom


she’s the flame, a sizzling skillet of soft words


he’s the hungry tiger, she’s the rhythmic dragon



reaching over, she filled his empty tea cup half full


he looks up from his sushi with eyes pearl blue


his hand reaches out and falls softly upon hers


she slights a smile and replies, “I love you too!”