The rite of May
Smelling of rain and fresh-cut flowers,
she was jovial and gaily attired
and I got so drunk upon her powers
that I can’t remember what transpired.
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A girl called Sunbeam
How it pains me, the sweet caress
that leaves red scars upon my flesh,
but our lovemaking is such I’m left
out of breath and soaked with sweat.
O yuki-onna
Your countenance, aloof and cold,
serves to draw me towards your side,
so enthralled and lost within your hold
that I curled up at your feet and died.
Jormungand or Ouroboros?
It is myself that eats myself.
It is not this place.
Not the grinding of this sandy shelf
nor the children on its face…
Siren
You are my inspiration,
my sweetest transgression.
My temptress muse, my lover:
you call to me like no other.
Lunacy
Your gentle touch, the swell of your hip,
and your evening companionship.
Oh my sweet lover, joy of my night,
you make my life maddeningly bright!
Potential
Branches reaching out,
arms stretching towards the sky.
Who knew that such a tiny sprout
would ever grow so high?
Write one leaf about running.
One foot going forward, the other following,
all the while feeling this burning in my chest.
Though I’m often tired and struggling,
I keep pushing forward, trying my best.
Difficulties
I can see the path to take
stretching out ahead,
edged by all of the mistakes
that keep me frustrated.
Maybe I’m adopted…
They move about the house,
snowfall rubbernecking.
I’m more like a mouse
than these giants, thundering.
A (wise) man of two faces 