You
try on
the white
dress
with the
blossoms
across
your
*******,
the pink
dress
with the
cherries
stamped
on your
body,
purple
stockings
peeking
from
the hem
held
bashfully
in hand.

When
I saw
you
my
multiple
heart
could
crush
angels.

This
cloth,
cut close
with
the lust
of spring,
given
to your
dizzy
shape,
carries
me.

My
heart, a
palanquin
for yours.