Blue Russian

You talk of oak forests,
uncharted regions of the mind

where we find ourselves.

You smell of citrus,
lemons on Spanish hillside

with a burst of dark blue Russian
strong vodka, burning inside.

Right shoulder dragon
left shoulder tiger:,

a Shaolin heritage carved in flesh.

You found me waiting
weary almost sleeping

the airport noise burgeoned
with small boys cries,

but here it is morning
our love is evolving

and beneath the window
a solitary bird glides by.

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