Rendezvous

Up north
down the block

martinis
neatly shaken
with lychee,
jalapeño
and soju

to order

fresh saudade
sautéed
atop scallioned
omelet

no yukhoe
tonight

maybe
too raw

waiting on
Helen and Mark
later than sooner

on the half shell
bluepoints, malpeques,
kumamotos

around the corner
from Maatsumoto
deaf father and son

look for

white Doric columns
red hand-railing
three-story grey stone

the house
on Foster

is empty

no one home
except us

flipping
plastic-covered
ring-bound

colorless
family tree
deep rooted

our sanctuary
lies sixty degrees
Fahrenheit
cooler

body heat
furnace blow
whispered coos

tongue earlobe
follow neck contour
adagio

areola
then circle
nipple

as you
engulf