Worried Japanese Love by walking-words, literature
Literature
Worried Japanese Love
Worried Japanese Love
Part One
If I could speak your language,
Love, we could share the stage,
And your face would be in front of me
Not on the video case.
(Or photobooks, wherein you sprawl,
Where you smile and pose
In that cut-out world of You.
Aishiteru, aishiteru, but no one knows.)
Id write you hiragana,
Play script in vertcal lines.
But I write poems horizontal
And I speak only sighs.
(Its plastic passion that I scrawl.
But its real so true
Worshipping your soul, your hands,
Your acting, cant help but aishiteru.)
Part Two
In your words, I could tell you