A Tokyo Rendezvous

Meet me at a place
Where the nights shiver in neon flicker
Where the velvet skin of the night sky throbs
To the hops and panting of baggy-pants pop
Where hunter eyes feel up the city skirts
And pull their fun with them in taxi getaways

Meet me at a place
Where giant soup bowls float their spirits high
Where flawless slurps begin and end with sighs
Where emotions bloom with sating aroma
And the lunch people bow
To invite the stomach growls

Meet me at a place
Of rubber and ropes and desirous hopes
Where the crack of whips silently wait in boxes
Where the shivering chivalrous remember their roots
And to the moods they swing back
Back to the streets with leering, honest eyes

Meet me at a place
Where the strong hands slide in deft nimbleness
Shredding strings and sowing song seeds around
Where opportunity wears its first shoes
And steps out into the cold, hard world
Lullabying it into molten

Meet me at a place
Where multi-coloured confusion weaves mad
And monochrome people huddle in lines
Where rail tracks heave Japanese through Tokyo
Where kawaii jingles cock your head to the sides
And distract you from dirty straddling thoughts

Meet me at a place
Where garb groping comes in spontaneity
And the skin of culture grows stylistically
Where bright canary checkered flannel shirt
Meets coal mine black jeans topped with fedora
And that’s only one out of a million

Meet me at a place
A resting place for oil stained bristles
Where canvas faces hang without reason
And stare through existence without a care
Where there be stunning colours or just black
The walking wrinkled people just stare back

Meet me at a place
Under the cherry clouds that blossom free
Where all partakers come for a festive spree
In the biting wind of spring
Like the tingling sting of a journey’s end
You stuff each memory into the boughs of pink