Sushi

Have you tried making sushi at home?

Shining nori seaweeds gently laid on a plate

A warm knife dipped in hot water awaits,

To cut a two inch strip with it's steely head

And separate the seaweeds and the union abate.

Oh dear nori seaweed! How it must have hurt

To know that the tiny grains of rice

Is going to be taken care of by you alone now

Cuz your family is cut into a abyss of two inch flattened dough

Have you tried sticking rice to a nori seaweed?

How it gently sticks to it's sides as a lover leads

You to his gentle embrace and folds you lovingly into his arms,

As the grains of Japanese rice in the embrace of nori seaweeds stay calm.

Have you tried slicing avocados into a sushi roll

How the slimy piece of mass slips into the knoll,

Of rice and crushed fish chunks and a dash of rice vinegar

How their world seems happy and the smell of bliss lingers

Have you tried separating makhi zushi rolls?

Did it not jar your conscience to invade into it's rolled up world

What were you you thinking when you passed that knife into it's stomach

Like you were carving a sculpture or perhaps a lame duck

Oh sushi roll, you smell so sweet; like my love who blows a thousand kisses when I meet, his tender voice

He makes no noise. He stays still and calls me from the other side of the hill,

So still that it fills my living soul with your warm scent

A love I seldom repent.

And when I reach the bend of your sides, the corners that avoid the sticky rice,

I look at you one moment still. You are so tasty and you my stomach fill.

Like the twilight bridges both day and night,

You bridge my wait with delight.