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~for Wendy ~

with my almost two years old poetry advisor,
who loves her Sunday rituals, an extra sabbath,
of waffles and Shrek, kid’s gym and artistic endeavors,
cozying up with Nana and siblings in a big old bed,
snacking and chewing on the good silk sheets

as always, she and and I go off to have an intellectual conversation,
letting the older ones to do kid stuff, while we converse and debate
topics of nature vs. nurture, the weather vs. climate change,
and the future of everything, unbeknownst to everyone else

which is greater, love or honor, she inquires,
sensing my thoughts are preoccupied with matters of honor...
as she strokes my itchy, scratchy day old face,
insuring her having my full attention, while
taking advantage of my loving weakness

grandpa:
honor over everything my opening gambit,
while she coyly harrumphs in response,
one can love without reason for such are
our natural souls programmed,
but honor needs concentration and contemplation,
and if done right,
then love will surely follow!

She-Woman:
ah ha! once again you sidle up to nurture,
cause love is too inexplicable,
old man, old man, did I not love you before
any season of reason crossed my brow,
and my vocabulary consisted of just
more, no, toy and hungry

what did I know of Aristotle, logic, codes of conduct,
the definition of honor yet abstract,
while love is nature’s illogical construct,
coming first without restrictions,
while honor is malleable and
property of the eye of the beholder

grandpa:
wise beyond your tears, you are, and unquestionably correct,
but while coming first, love cannot last,
until cover-coated with honor,
for honor gives us the because, and locks down the why,
honor gives the insight, the rationale, the rules of how to say
yes and no, when love is tendered and an R.S.V.P. is requested

She-Woman:
absent experience, for now will concede,
but be warned this is not over,
fo you have not brought me a definition of what truly honor be

grandpa:
honor is the housing of love, and though you granted me your favor,
comes the day that you will demand proofs that
what was unearthed & unearned
is now earned, a course in credit, a baccalaureate in life’s lanes,
when to heed them, when to crossover, when to say I do, I do,
no to someone else alone, and yes to your honorable self

She-Woman:
adult double speak, I suspect, and you will rue the day
when forced to concede, with a wrenched
‘child, I do not know,’
meanwhile change my diaper
after I karate chop your knee

Grandpa:
yes child, but know,  two of your requests/notifications are
honorable acts and/know real love can be ONLY be exchanged
tween honorable humans
see photo for her  in position preparing to strike

3/3/19 9:45 am
Toxic yeti Feb 3
In the alley
Behind a night club
We make out
Kissing until our mouths hurt
You whisper some sweet
Then you tell me that
You told your yakuza family
About the marriage.
You take me to a
Low rent, dark and ***** dive
Where no ones goes to
We make love there
Passionately
Yet playfully
I just go to freshen up
That’s when I heard the popping sound.
When I return
The bartender called the police
And you are laying there
We had a last chance to kiss
Then you died peacefully in my arms
I take off you fine chain
Something to remember you by
And left.
I couldn’t bare to see anymore
And I leave you behind
Although you’re my beloved
I ran.
Toxic yeti Feb 2
Yuan, you told me
Something so
Deeply sad
And depressing
Where the bosses
Would hide themselves
With their love in a temple
Hoping to be spoken about ever.
Toxic yeti Feb 2
After we made love
We kissed
I lay on your tattooed chest
And I drew circles
Loving around your ******
With my finger
You say that
You wanted
Me to be your wife
How can I say no
So I kiss you
As away of saying “i do”
Toxic yeti Feb 2
As the lights are
Dimmed in your appointment
You come in
I lay in your bed
With a samurai sword
I won’t bite
I just know that they held
By me
Would fuel your inassiable hunger
For me
As you climb in you take the sword
And you kiss me deeply
As if we have been
In a while
You stroke me gently
As flirt with you
I was aching for you
When you
With skilled timing
Enters me
I bite my lip
With pleasure.
Toxic yeti Feb 2
As I kiss you
I am kissing you
Out of love and play
Not as my form karate instructor
But as my lover
My forbidden yakuza
Lover
When you creep up
And surprise
Me
I don’t know if I should
Kiss you
Or tease you playful
Who’s pet is who’s?
Toxic yeti Feb 2
My darling Yuan
I didn’t want to leave
For I enjoyed and loved you
I felt safe.
I ask if we can be
Together once more
As we have our ways with
Eachother
Erotically and playfully
We whispered steamy
Sweat nothings.
Toxic yeti Feb 2
When I come into
Your appartment
To be with you
Yuan Matsumoto
I was surprised
At the look of you
The evil yakuza
Version of the Dalai Lama.
I find you to be handsome
As we playfully
And passionately make love
I felt pleasured
And loved
My my Karate instructor
Turned lover.
Toxic yeti Jan 5
While My former instructor
Yuan
And I  asked if I could
Play with one of katanas
I then went and licked the blade
Trying not to cute my tounge
Slowly while he watched
He complained
That the sword should be him
I then did the same to him
All over him
But slower and more affectionate
I pleasured him
And loved him.
Soon love poems
Started to come up
When I slept in
When realized Yuan was
With his crime family
I kept writing love poems
And hide them all over the appartment
We were together
Until
I felt the need to go home
Matsumoto promised that we
Would stay in touch
When I got to upper Manhattan
To live with a friend
And mother my children
I took the time to sand him steamy
Love letters.
Which we responded with more steaminess
After a while I wrote back
And never heard from him
Until one of his associates
Wrote back saying that
Oyabun Yuan Matsumoto
Died in peace.
Then I learned that you killed your self
Too much hallucinogenics
I died cherish you as you
Deserved
But instead fell for my karate instructor
Yet again.
Toxic yeti Jan 5
When we were making out
In the moonlight
All was great
Until you muttered
Something strange in tibetan
I was creeped out and
Ask what you said
You said that you
Were a Buddha
I freaked out some more
Until you said that
My moonlit beauty
Made you achieve enlightenment
I took it as a compliment
We continued to couple
But in the morning
While we made love
You said that you were going to announce your
Achievement to everyone
It only got worse
Soon I missed my period
I wasn’t stupid
And I got afraid
So I had to leave
For the sake of the child
So I run away back to the us
Before you came back to me.
I had a woman sneak me to the nearest airport
And I left but ended up in Japan
In the city of Osaka.
Because I need medical attention
To see how many kids I had
multiples were confirmed
As I was leaving
I heard a familiar rough voice
Call out my name
I turned around
It was yuan Matsumoto
He asked me to come with him
After he was looked over
When we were both discharged
yuan took me to his high end
Appartment
There my old sensei and I talked
I said that I was in Tibet
But he did not get angry
“Let me see, that twirp dragged you?”
I said yes and he gave me a hug
And we made out
Soon we made love
As if you never knew.
I just had one question
That he wasn’t going to cut my heart out
Yuan Matsumoto gently kissed me
Reassuring me that he was only jealous
At the time
I wanted him.
He gave me his mother’s ring
And said that
He was in love with me and wanted me for life.
My yakuza and I kissed deeply.
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