My childish hands
became translucent and supple
because of my pleasure in knowing you.
*
Missing your smell,
I started playing with smoking,
which has become my habit,
while I was not aware of it.
*
Midst of smoking,
I sighed, deep through my whole body,
I miss you very much.
*
Already a mark of your love has
disappeared from my skin,
which is in love, and fragrant, in vain.
In Japan 1965
For Akihiko Okamura
To your soul, I devote myself.
Doing so, I will find the value in my soul.
*
Covered with mud, bitten by leeches,
your skin.
Let me clean it with my kiss.
*
May you be safe.
I pray with my whole heart.
If possible, I would trade with my life.
In Japan 1965
It is a mere flower,
which I happened to pass by on my way of life.
But, I can’t help but pluck it off,
because of its beauty.
*
Even if I love you,
after all, I have no choice but to be loved.
It is beautiful, yet it is sad.
*
Even if I was born as one of your ribs,
I do have a power to love.
In Japan 1965
Today, a flower blooms.
Tomorrow, it will die.
Yet, I can’t help loving it because of its beauty.
*
Incessant sea roars at Laguna beach.
The tide of young blood rises competitively.
*
On your skin, with my finger,
I count syllables.
What a delightful way to write
a poem of love.
1967
At dawn,
why do I wake up again?
My tender flesh pines for you as usual.
1970
*
“Stand up.”
Holding my hands clinging to him,
my master communicates warmth
through his benevolent hand.
1972
*
The inside of my thighs moistens so tenderly.
Swearing on that, I declare to you,
“My love is true.”
1973
*
My hair is just washed.
Fragrance.
A breeze also loves it.
*
Hunger from sex-drive used to awake my body.
I have reached the age to long for those days.
*
A long time since,
I am aware of sex-drive,
Have I reached the age to cherish it.
1975
a special celebration for the 88th birthday
When I was little,
I used to run to keep up with father’s steps.
Now I slow down so painfully
to walk with him.
*
My childhood,
a string of memories with my father.
Brighter than lights along a coastline.
*
My father used to hold my little hand
so warmly.
Now, his hand is cold and hard
in my hand.
*
My father is a good person.
I can say so with no hesitation.
Glad I am his daughter.
*
Love I received from you,
without returning it to you,
I live as I like, far away from you.
Do you regret me?
*
I will tray to live each moment
meaningfully.
Will you forgive me
for being so set on going my own way?
*
My father can be expressed by one word.
LOVE.
(Haiku — 17 Japanese syllables)
6/21/87