Ms. Letitia Henry, English Teacher, Marks Candace Hunter’s Haiku

 

his golden hairs sit

befurred by sweet goodness

on my fingertips

 

water pools gently

on the small crab’s pincers

on collective toes

 

soft honey swells moans

brisk agitation now now now

go slow flow no no

 

[clever girl clever

rich vocabulary deep and long

evocative, yes!]

 

as beautiful as

August’s meteor showers, fall

Perseid he says

 

[(on the mountain top

he kisses constellations

into my breastbone)]

 

in the starry tent

he kisses constellations

along my backbone

 

Letitia’s red pen stops

moving her breathing

slows no no no no