Toro Tokuda

The sweetest of dreams I had,
With your sonnet fresh in mind;
Though over and over,
I have to wonder:
This worship you describe,
Seems shamefully one-sided. 
Hours upon hours, I hear,
                               feel,
                                           need,
Your touch upon,
My tongue within,
The flow of the Milky Way brings us in. 
Let me,
              feral heart,
Let me,
                            be feral for my part.