Bathtub Longing

三島 和希
Kazuki Mishima


Clear drops are falling
against the constant humming
of outstretched longing.

I glimpse your figure
in shadows on fading tile,
gone in a moment.

A fluorescent bulb
burning to oblivion
shines on deep water.

Grand organ sputters
from a dying radio,
your old gift to me.

My trusting head lies
on shining wet porcelain,
stripped of the present.