I am aroused by your happiness, he said
To the woman in the torn jeans greeting babies
On the northern most tip of hope, she sprang
To life, like a cat in motion beneath the yellow-combed leaves
It was an eventful day, where a lady might become President
But he could only feel the electric current
Like warm bread rising for Hae.mi, a flood of fascination
Turning exquisite costumes of Autumn, undressing them
In the mouth of faith, that can only taste one thing!
The ocean memory of hair dishevel, salty lips
I’m aroused by the way you walk, your addicting optimism
Your platonic truth, bursting through like liquid laughter
Breaking down barriers with charm, skipping over awkwardness
And burrying into the self-forgetfulness of intimacy
I’m so hungry for you, I’d let the white arrow run through me
As I prime the memory of your future with your own goodness
Silence prefers the passion of shadows today
The mischief of delight walking naked in your eyes.
Wuji Seshat 