by John Schmidtke

Published in Issue No. 261 ~ February, 2019

While petals drift in warm rainbow showers,

Bare legs, close-laced, intertwine like a lei.

Our night seduced by pikake flowers.

 

Not shy, not sure, grasping, with no power

To resist any urge to stay away,

While petals drift in warm rainbow showers.

 

Again, again, each time it devours,

Our bodies, arched in enthralled ballet,

Our night seduced by pikake flowers.

 

Just us, coupled as one—now his, now hers—

An us bound barely by our bodies’ play,  

While petals drift in warm rainbow showers.

 

Unlaced, at last, by the evening’s lost hours,

Too spent to leave but too listless to stay—

Our night seduced by pikake flowers.

 

Who would abandon worn silk sheets like ours,

Rumpled with a lilikoi bouquet,

While wrapped with petals, warm rainbow showers,

A night seduced by pikake flowers.

 

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John lives in Honolulu. By day, he writes fiction in his job as a lawyer. By night, he writes mostly reliable memoir vignettes in his recliner, but sometimes he drifts into poetry because he's fascinated with wordplay. He's extremely jealous of poets; he has severe meter envy. He wrote a collage memoir as his thesis for an MFA from Goddard College.