I See You In Colors (Paul Matsumoto)

I am pretending you did not exist.
Ink nightly washes black
over my consciousness
and abandons me as morning seaweed
upon a foreign beach.

I am pretending we were simply
the sparkling imagination of some higher being,
our life together set below a singular epic sky
unrepeated
in future histories.

I am pretending I cannot taste you
each day as I do the sea air in my breath
when I am running,
my heart tied upon one foot, 
ancient melancholy tied upon the other,
anxiously racing, 
madly racing through lifetimes,
to find our brightened souls.

I see you in colors that don't exist.

It is all that I see clearly.
and why I run.

I Want To Be With Her (Paul Matsumoto)

I want to be with her 
who knows secret things 
secrets that hang precariously like drops 
of honey from her lips 
falling through space and 
ringing like tiny bells that only 
she 
can 
hear 


I want to be with her 
who splits the sea breezes 
with excited horses 
and waves lapping the soothed sand 
as 
I savor the saltwater 
off her skin 
inch 
by 
inch 


I want to be with her 
as the universe awakens 
electric 
where you are the first morning 
and nothing in the world 
is 
usual 
today