I've always been fascinated and thus influenced by Asian ideas in many areas of my daily life. Here is a tribute to the mysterious, sensuous country which seems to haunt me most.

China pearl, you beckon to me
with music caught beneath my hair
Your smell and sounds familiar to me
though I’ve not trod upon you fair
In my land you are a fake here
Pieces bought don’t make a whole
I cannot bathe in your sensations
bask in your light upon a shoal
Unsatisfied by altered flavors
changed to suit my American taste
Can’t you feel I crave the real thing?
I try to master you in haste
O, China pearl, you haunt my daydreams
Land of silks, blossoms, and more
Balance of hard light and soft darkness
You flaunt yourself—enchanting whore
I’d pay dearly to lie with you
and feel your heat inside my skin
Such a place of mesmeric beauty
must be close to Paradise or sin