Toro Tokuda

Your gentle touch and softer words,
Leave my heart a flutter, and my skin afire;
Your speech of another as swords
Piercing my heart, neck, groin. 
Deep breaths to read what you send now,
A glitter of hope, a glimmer, a glisten--
Foolish thoughts twist afoul.
I know them foolish! I know I-- a fool!
Yet when you speak the fool
Turns his head to listen.