What drives my feet to distant lands “like cold winds drives the snow”?

did I love her or was it China
on a forested slope we watched
with a linked quietness somehow Asian
as a wildly turbulent rainstorm
pelted the noisy red tiled temple roofs
two young monks shared the cozy nearby us
their faces innocent like calm lakes
the one leans against the elder’s shoulder
perhaps never he has left this sanctuary

we know in their tenderness our tomorrow
that knowing a pleasing burden
coming soon like a wave irrevocable
we will be lovers half crazy
a matter at most of days
the pull of magnets can’t be uncoupled
I saw the way she carved pineapple
how her pingpong slams wasted nought
her familiarity with the apothecary
a hundred plant roots I’ll never ken
it’s inside blood her culture’s knowing
5000 years the genius methods learnt
yet somehow I bring something
to the table, to the proposition
barely keeping a lid on my enthusiasms

did I love her or was it actually China
Aphrodite smiles favor on our moment
She know the whys and all the wherefores
and what must come, what must need wait
She sees the landscape of our future
the trueness and the pretense
what is concealed even from us inside loving
She moves softly one lithe eyelash
and inside us glands leak as though oceans
She has eyes knowing all things
and bears them without pride
but only I know the earthy flavor
how Zhen Yi’s secret qing then tasted
of a summer when the entire cosmos
compelled her lovemake and lovejoy
invigorating my chi, my intrepid prana
for a lifetime’s inquisition

_______RS

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