Ms. Letitia Henry, English Teacher, Marks Candace Hunter's Haiku
A poem
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