I didn’t know Koreans had living Goddesses
It seemed strange to me, how hypnotic Korean sounded
Melded in a harmonics of prophecies, nothing felt
As divine as your laughter, Hae.mi, I succumbed to it
Making my heart panic in sweetness and with indecision
I no longer knew how to speak, but could only
Thumb your ears with heartbeats, blink with my eye-lashes
Upon your eye-lashes, like the velvet of holding hands
I dared not kiss you, as if wonder could kill my sense
Maidenhood, besides, you had no room for moistness
You had no desire for my warm hands to enfold you
You hunted, scavenged, made yourself one of the tribe
And seized me in a thousand places, all at once
Hae.mi, whispered nothings, and I believed her
Knowing she was the sap of Autumn’s bizarre chill
That feeling you get when you are paralyzed by beauty
Held down in a moment so intense, you cannot breathe
Your name is now oil poured out, my warming chest
Your gentleness was my last thrill, finally acceptance
Whose love would weep better than wine, I know
Hae.mi, you who sustain my taste for dripping delight.
Wuji Seshat 