Pour me the sake love.

(Not in a Shinto ceremony . Not in new year’s eve . Definitely not a kagami biraki)

Pour me the sake love,

I need it badly.

I need my throat to burn

Like cinder going through it.

Leaving a trail of heat.

Reminding  me of my misery.

Pour me the sake my love.

Pour me the sake.

I’ve promised you I would not.

But promises shatter.

Like memories did.

Like the present tense did.

Like the Sakuras fell

And we found ourselves alone.

Pour me the sake

Or I won’t live any further.

Pour me the sake love

Pour me the sake.

Pour me the sake

and raise my glass for me.

Just as you did

when I was ailing.

Just as you would do now

When I am reaching the cold blues

of a fading rainbow.

Listen love,

Pour me the Sake.

Malsha Walgamage©

 21 July 2011