Body and Illusion
We should live in the land of Otaku,
ruminate on cherry blossoms,
both of us at the mercy
of desire’s strange pronunciations.
Should we toast the demon loves?
The immaculate unrequited?
Continually remind ourselves
that sometimes romance demeans?
As black swans hiss epiphanies
time grows illegitimate,
here in the jasmine pastures
Buddhas neither sleep nor wake.
We are both the strings and hands,
the body outliving its illusion,
the illusion outliving its body.
Derek Brown was born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland. He has previously been published in various New Voices Press anthologies, Omphalos Issue 12, Amethyst Review and Nine Muses Poetry.