Is that what I’m seeing
With your hair fanned out on the
Waves of gold
Darkened by sweat,
Curling around your tired head.
Is this a halo?
Are those pearls
Gleaming on your flushed skin?
I follow their trail with my lips
And taste like the sea;
A gift specifically for me.
Are those pearls?
“Gēge, please,” you sighed so often,
Not clarifying what you want.
But as you lie there, smiling, softened,
I think it still is what you got.