Lemongrass

Judy Keung - Hong Kong

Steaming bowl of pork-chop threads,

bound in a bundle, tied in a ring

pungent at my tingling throat

She mesmerizes my slumbering soul.

My rough edges camouflaged

my skin stroked clean, creamy green,

the stains in my blood purged clean,

She strips my defenses.

Minty wisps of lemongrass

awakens me to staggering heights.