Will you come to me?
Evenings and again, my love,
to cherish at the sun’s set?
I will come to you,
through the dawn and back, my love,
a worshiping moon.
Pea Tomioka
peaflowertea
Pea is always in a stage of transformation and believes when we think we've finally become who we are supposed to be, then the journey is at an end. She holds equivalency to a Masters in Graphic Illustration from private tutoring and is working towards an interdisciplinary Masters in Psychology and Creative Writing. She knit professionally for a decade and advocates for alternative arts as therapy for all. She is passionate about advocacy, an active member of the LGBTQ+ family, and aims to provide therapy for victims of sexual abuse in a unique and inclusive environment. Pea believes the current models for sexual health are exclusionary to a wide range of the LGBTQ+ family and intends to change the conversation about healthy sexuality through poetry and erotica.
12… Strange New Worlds (a kouta, 7775)
Pike slipped into my inbox
recommended silver fox
by my husband and lover,
who knows good fox.
11… Kellerman’s
Tip toe
Around the abortion
And the premarital sex between white kids
And deviant reputations
Tip toe around
And don’t put your heel down.
10… Cough
Tiny boy
Big cough
Breaking heart
Endless night
Canceled plans
Cuddled toys
Scooby-Doo
Popsicle favorites
Mama’s kisses
Daddy’s arms.
9… Sleep (a haiku)
His touch, gentleness.
His breath, rhythm of my calm.
Here, we are at peace.
8… Candle
Flicker flicker
Bicker Bicker
Blessed be and
Cure what’s sicker
Fan the gospel
Fan the flame
Praise the Force and
Sing her name
Wonder Women
Equal. Free.
Carrie Fisher and
RBG
7… Tumbler, (a duotrain)
Red and orange
Blue fern leaves
Golden petals
Dancing breeze
Tumbler tumbling
See the joy
Remembering water
Love employ
Tiny wonder
Chilling core
I’m not thirsty
You are more
Perfect balance
Joyous heart
Floral Tumbler
Stands apart
6 An internal reset.
Just breathe
Into
Memories where both
Mist and breath
Nourish
5… Cascade (a tanka)
Counting breaths like waves
Crashing lips over my dunes
A fluttered memory,
Full moons like our hips breaking
seaside to our ecstasy.
4.5… Splash
The children are laughing in the backyard as they splash with the hose.
The chickens scatter, but it only reminds me of the seeds we’ve burned
scattered like my thoughts
like our fears
like fuck you.
The children are laughing in the backyard as they race the sunlight naked in their joy
I hear their laughter and it sounds too much like screams.
They don’t understand what we’ve lost. They don’t understand why Mother’s fear is a scent on the wind.
They delight in the hose, water play, and delights
without knowing how violent the world has become.