IF ONLY YOU WILL LOVE ME
I will open your favorite
big bag of pistachio nuts
and sit cross-legged
like a stony Zen monk—
breathing in and out,
releasing the many nuts
from their hard shells
until each nut becomes
an extension of my fingers.
When the pile of nuts becomes
a loving pyre igniting a ring of fire—
we bond in a moment of stillness,
and your desire will smother me with kisses.
Until then, I follow my breath,
and wait.