Hatsue

(the girl of Snow Falling on Cedar)

I could hear the coal burning
in the potbellied stove,
While you’re reaching
for my hardness
and found it beneath
the fabrics of my shorts.

The country-and-western
music grew louder,
As we moved closer,
Putting your chin against
my head, holding my ears
between your fingers.

Little while,
these hands unhooked
the covers of your breast,
And pulled down
things under to see
such heavenly bliss.

Like the wind
blowing hard outside,
you squeezed me, created
sound like whistles
of airs, as it pulsed
the way I said.

I poised upon the ground
where you wanted me
to land, as mine entered
into that door, slapped
on your skin, and you
felt the rightness of it.

Taidama aware ga wakkata
Yes my dearest!
These are words that
answered your prayers.

Taidama aware ga wakkata
Oh Hatsue!
The moment you waited for
just happened with me.

—-
Reymund Pepito is Associate Editor of Atenews and incoming Mass Comm. junior at ADDU.