Blue Russian

You talk of oak forests,uncharted regions of the mindwhere we find ourselves.You smell of citrus,lemons on Spanish hillsidewith a burst of dark blue Russianstrong vodka, burning inside.Right shoulder dragonleft shoulder tiger:,a Shaolin heritage carved in flesh.You found me waitingweary almost sleepingthe airport noise burgeonedwith small boys cries,but here it is morningour love is evolvingand beneath the windowa solitary bird glides by.