Gaki (poem)
Tried something new with this one. I hope you will enjoy it.
Still waiting for a taste of something true
In the maiden grass, chasing the fireflies,
Thinking back on the last time you heard me
Drink dew like a hungry ghost in the night.
Oh, would that my shuttered words could grow wings
And search this whole breadth of grudging country.
Instead, struggling long for a jagged breath,
My songs choke and fall, and drown in my chest.
Iron ropes, my wrists and ankles now are
Full of wire splinters. My throat is too thin
To tell your worth aloud. But, could I view
Your moonlit skin, it would scorch my soul to cinders.