Hakiu Poems
1. The moon of my thoughts,
which I watch in secret
with attentive eyes.
2. Whispers at my back,
the lies they probably are
bite like frosty ice.
3. Exhilaration,
the presence of butterflies
when I am with him.
4. A burst of flavor
as my teeth shear through the skin,
of a sweet ripe peach.
5. A despairing howl
breaks forcefully through the lips,
when good weather quits.
which I watch in secret
with attentive eyes.
2. Whispers at my back,
the lies they probably are
bite like frosty ice.
3. Exhilaration,
the presence of butterflies
when I am with him.
4. A burst of flavor
as my teeth shear through the skin,
of a sweet ripe peach.
5. A despairing howl
breaks forcefully through the lips,
when good weather quits.