Betsy Robin Schwartz

the sight of deep sea treasures, simple perfections

garnished with balance of color

sculpted and arranged for me on a platform bed

I've no timidity about the uncooked or untried

and a passion to strip away tender flesh

with my own teeth

and tongue new textures

let my mouth savor raw fish

the heat of wasabe and tender pink ginger

I'm giddy with rice wine

weary from being on my knees so long

I forget about my fear of parasites

and live dangerously.