So much has been lost. All those words forgotten. Naivetés long since burned away. Passions yet unlived, Thirsts left unslaked. And this hunger That is never satisfied, A perpetual bottomless ache. So come to me, In the small hours. In all the places Light can’t reach Come to me darkly. Call out to me With your wickedness, Patent black, just the way I like it. Come to me, forever be my muse. Speak to m...
Melon in prosciuttoSweetness wrapped in saltPinkish flesh with toothmarksOne biteThen twoIt's gone.
I, as Teishu, invite him in to our tea house for chanoyu slide the newly papered shojis leftward two thirds, with the left and the remainder with my right hand having prepared already the zen garden outside carefully raking the sands in waves breaking 'round each island itself a cleansing, calming act a light course of stone soup, made in advance have swept the heavy cedar beams and steps and bathed in deep hot spring...
