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[underanothername]

	The deepest red inside the mountain denotes to me the color of my heart inside my rising chest
	Maybe in Hokkaido as far north as I can go the sound of flowers under the wind's light caress gives life to my pen
	My first love held a calligraphy pen like a small sword against the world trying to come between us
	As always - a kiss that today tastes like another parting My yesterday's beloved clings sadly to our lips
	This empty home that resonates like a big temple bell even when I am there "I'm home," he says brightly
	Over one day happens her transformation from a Minami into an unknown stranger with a strange new name
	Listen closely! The rounded sound of your moaning lingers between walls that uphold my loneliness
	Over the phone Your breathing shakes under the weight of my satin voice and your frantic touch
	Yuuka - my name was never truly wanted until this moment when you breathe out around your own want
	Still somewhat wet My fingers on the display where I write "I had a good time" We talk of pleasures
	"Stand up properly" Your words lead me back to my old life and away from the me that you transform me into
	Penetration His weight above me The bed beneath I find myself between a rock and a hard place
	My mother-in-law needs not speak the words Her question lies in the gaze that finds my still childless face
	My mother's anpan cannot be recreated in my own kitchen The secret ingredient is a love I don't know
	Little Kouta is no longer so little The cat exceeds my meek "love you's" in voluminousness
	Early morning The Shinkaichi district upheld by shadows A love hotel beckons from just across the street
	The same hotel "Love," she says and laughs which makes me want to throw her out the door or onto the bed's covers
	Online she is numbers to a face and a fake name In the love hotel bed she is real company
	Marks on my body None of them will linger beyond my first bath For now an unknown lipstick outlines my right breast
	This small, yellow rock trapped in silver chains reminds me of you "For yourself," the shop girl asks but I want it gift-wrapped
	This Korean girl's eyes that reflect my own erase the rest - our differences in features and thought
	My unhappiness will stay a rarity that I show you in celebration of your strong-type smile
	You always ask "Are you laughing?" to which I give the very same reply "Aren't you making me?"
	You leave with someone else who's all I am not "Goodbye," I reply living on heartlessly
	"Yes," you say when I ask you to stop sleeping with others I feel chrysanthemums blooming in my heart
	"None so unkind as the divine," you say who are my goddess only unkind insofar as you've taken my heart
	In the courtyard we find the entrance to another time Your kiss transports me to another reality
	Long strands of hair between my fingertips caught the same way that time has been caught between last night and now
	Over her face passes a brief darkness when I mention I've met someone My lover of yesterday