Winds of Wasabi

Have you tasted the delicious torment of oysters Let your foccacia bread drip with soft green salted olive oil Do you know the love of Sushi and boldly face the wild winds of wasabi The tellers of the tales...these unbridaled ocean gifts smashing against the rocks and found deep in the white and black sands of beaches I have laid apon These... the oils of Solomon that drip like mir from lovers hands those that touch and those that are forced to say goodbye Here, find them here, in your breads and oils Taste the memory of what it is, what it was, to love Find it there, just there, in that flash of purity as the oyster hits the back of your throat There... yes, there when the wasabi flings open your passageways and you breathe for the first time in your life Here, yes, here I am in all of these as you will always be for me hidden in tree moss beneath enormous boulders so strong and large I find I must believe in miracles in the wind that catches in my sail in you and perhaps in time- even in me.