Hae.mi, the tongue of my poetry is unraveled
I have no shame, only bliss, my petty traditions
Are meaning less now, I to the drug of the past am unhooked
In the skin of tomorrow’s reckless abandon
I flee, like a moth to the stars and impressive light
The woman’s wisdom that my manhood aches
My lucid dreaming has pillows full of your wisdom
In my heart’s burning thirst
I’ve been secretly writing your name: Hae.mi
With drops of what a princess is supposed to be like
Extravagantly mysterious and obscure, partially unattainable
The tongue of my muse is blushing, bright red
As wet behind my ears, I feel my pulse gallop
At the speed of your attentiveness and trembling.
Wuji Seshat 
my guy… the awesome poet
thanks man, it’s been a while!
Your poems are so intriguing, compelling
Thank you, these are all written in real-time. So today was a coming-out party of late.
She is a pretty girl!
nicely penned,
Thank you, these are fun to write.