Tuesday, November 14, 2017

the other side

in the other realm, 

you were not a musician

there wasn't any channel, nor vehicle

there was only you




you were mischievous, as who you are

you stood behind an old wooden bar

      your hands, and the smell of dirt

      covered with soil, one that gives birth to life



you weren't really smiling

you were just being





and I remember you

my soul did





I just wondered why

was it your face that I saw

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

quiver

a double-boiled weight released from an infinite space

a space where only I am found

it floats quietly

      layer wrapping chaos

we co-exist in the white, infinite walls

talking in silence




my feelings are always enwrapped in a bullet shell

all the more intense and genuine

it is often powerfully perceived as a creation

but often handled with lack of caution

messy, mistreated

I feel helpless as I could never have it conveyed

as I struggle with accuracy

via modern language

to realize

this gift of sensation that I wish to give back in the form of love

will take a light year to reach you




I seek to unite

moments we claim to lock in due to dawn

I heard when your soul spoke to me

gentle, yet brave

indeed you gave, fragments I tend to seek in the dark

as I cry, I answered to your howl

as I cry, I answered to your call




I wish you knew how much I see

how beautiful you lay

how soft and faint my heart beats in front of you






and all of that

for a quiver of breath to fetch


Friday, June 16, 2017

overflow

sweet sweet sorrow overflow

with sweaty palms, so cold

you touched

and i flinched

      mere electric jolt

bold as i thought

      we were not




sweet sweet sorrow overflow

we don't die young, truth unfold

screech it went

the plat tremors

quiver in pain as it weep

when the waves consolidate



sweet sweet sorrow overflow

like a song

endless crippling

before long-gone



Wednesday, May 17, 2017

cure

after writing you a letter

i would cure it

be it having dust collected on the surface of lead

and paper bleached a thousand times

or soaking my words legit into its meanings


i would cure it

just so it's will be delivered with the right flavour

served with sealing wax


i would cure it

so my thoughts are settled on the light weight ground of its existence

so it will warm you even in summer

or with snow     wherever part of the globe you may be



i would cure it

for it is raw and it breathes air


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Pete and Björk

I was walking to you instinctively

light and cheery

as you lazed at the sofa

smiling to me



our first kiss took place in a dream

you leaned as I sat beside

when it happened

it was soft, and tender

a manisfestation of sensual beings

as we explore

in the form of the physical



you were gentle



it was magic





we had more

with a level of intensity

it didn't even felt odd

when you spat bodily fluid

both yours and mine, on your palm

when we finally gasped for air




such synchronicity

you and I

was our first kiss

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

real life

I cry when I turn away

from greeting a shiba I met over the car window


I cry when I hear her say

she's going to hitch hike tomorrow


I cry on bed when I thought I lost somebody

soon as I wake up to that twilight breeze





Moments that I thought I could own freely

slipped through my fingers

as I owned all that I wish

ever so indirectly






Thursday, February 2, 2017

flipping pages

let go of me 



soaring high is when

I express love to you

it was liberating

it was translucent

it was selfless

it was without an agenda

perhaps it will run out of fuel, one day



but in the moment

it is real

real as flesh



you have no idea

having them all blocked

my thoughts

all hidden

what I show is not what I intend to uncover

I still want to be undressed

by your fingertips

your whispers

and your warm, warm breathe




I am sorry, love

I had pushed to much

it wasn't supposed to be heavy weighted

I love you,

I do




you won it all

while I lose

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

初體驗

registration of an act in the mind

the matters of the most trivial

since when have I lost the ability -

no



since when have I pick up the ability

of feeling such simple feelings

you make me weak on my knees

I have zero immunity on you being you



you sent me a picture

you sent me a thought

so I can keep it in my pocket

so you can make me smile

I did it

an act that I would never fathom

even with that presence I would still hide

because your eyes speak of that one language

I'm smitten

I'm all yours



you have no idea

how dear you are to me

in the case where time and space

has to stand in between

the universe of our souls


and always

I feel like travelling ahead of time

just to touch you

just to see you

just to hear you

just to smell you

to taste you




my love

now, this space

this experience is butter

this lifetime would be our butter knife

the touch would be what I'm feeling now

smooth

and you

you are my good fat,

saturated


Friday, January 13, 2017

someday my prince will come

because of the slightest change of air

the colour of space

it became so intimate, one that I own so dearly

I have been careful of my expressions

and as I open, I listen to myself that morn

I digest your words like food particles

into my bloodstream






I guess I willingly took you into another context

one that only allows the two of us to exist







I thank you, for you came like the wind

swiped my feet and puffed the skirt I wore



as I savour my moment of being held in your arms

as I put everything I came for, in your hands

and see you fly




you reminded me of a part of me that I have never seen

and as my rhythm sways its way

you came, like a prince

with a dark coat he wears




lets walk this path

love