Remind me, would you,
to buy more of the Peach Momotaro,
with its images of waterfalls, lichen-toned
terraces, waves of mountains imprinted
with dots, little white flowers, and mist.
When I drink it, and the steam enters me,
I think of you and the water feels as if
it’s pouring over the mountains.
This love poem appears in The Novelist. For more on The Novelist, visit Tweetspeak Poetry.
photo by L.L. Barkat