Saengpen

Racing and bounding she wiggles and giggles…
Freezes and pleases and smells tastes of red licorice.
Hair black flowing long and straight marks her beauty
Shining with life and love, unknown to some, but
Foremost only to me she promises her guileless heart.
Sweetened in love’s darkness, Saengpen passionately pierces
To melt my heart with joy ice hot each time I feel her,
Each time I hear her, each time I near her. Each time
I want her becomes each time she overwhelms me to release her.
As she spars with me upon the playing floor, tickling red or
Tosses wildly upon her bed coiffeured in pigtailed adolescence,
She deigns herself a figurine configured from storybook tales.
Reality yields to the yearning prevailing in her travailing,
Pealing for freedom’s false forms filled with the hopes of
Empty nests. Learning in confirming the loss of less is a matter
Simply to regress. An illusory life she mischievously lives, but
Seeking with spirits searching, she cries and screams to exist
For a moment when innocent love in purity rests.