Mirror Image

That look you wore - which I knew I made happen

with your curiosity, like a bee to a flower

how odd it is, to sense your attention on me

as I pour mine on you

        if you notice, it's like a wash

        

        maybe with a pink hue

From my enthusiastic questions

and how it's been allowed - I hope you know

how I feel for you

I always like where our conversation flows, we talked and talked

you are like a child, an inquisitive and eloquent one

Here we are, I hope our thirsts are quenched 

in this timely phase

        I wonder too, if not all the time

   

        why do you have that effect on me

Someone Great

Electronic music 

creates a pulse in my body

I started dancing

long before I knew it 

a quest is about to be embarked

My poor understanding of therapy 

got me caught up with misconceptions that I'd rather keep

to not tarnish the idealistic view of what the world has of it

perhaps that didn't matter

what mattered was how it could be of service

So we launched to the sky

a quest to seek help

to find the right, great-someone

so I can heal

    it makes me wonder what you've went through to strive such drive

    for my faith was left squandered 

    and I do not know what does it mean to move forward

Thank you

for all I know

you're my great-someone

Oddness

 Odd is when it sounded like I wanted to woo 

my subconscious seem to have a goal

wanting more

wanting it all

an obsession rooted within

my free soul wonders

exploring every inch

Odd is when I put you in a frame

The mind does its dance

Wanting you had become fiction

 as it stands in the way of the present 

an obsession rooted within

my free soul wonders

exploring every inch

Odd is when I acknowledge that I have fallen

that I am capable to feel 

your magic as another human being

 always, we thought we see it all

until we fall, and fall again

Odd is that one moment

where we exchange energy

 that distance that sent me a current

since then

I've been trying hard to ground

grounded

when the rain washes away the pain

I hear calmness in my veins

swollen tear ducts

as though all has come to its end

I have learnt that my feelings are genuine 

and that my heart is broken

for I could only see you wilt in front of my eyes

not hearing from you aches me 

but when you appear

love overflows

nothing even matters 

I am grateful that it is this door that emerged in sight

how I feel for you will stay for a little longer

for I have made peace with my presence and power

perhaps no future to pave

but now, it is all it is

KPP

I sometimes forget, as much as I love being physically involved

it is the attraction pinned that decides how far one could go

even virtually

love making takes a lot to come to terms

it takes a bare face

a comfortable body

trust

comfort

an eager heart

such intimacy, perhaps is what I'm seeking from deep within

and there you were, lying naked

me before you

you before me

angels

My angels got geared up to battle

events that happened after a pair of snips

I've got tested for love and kindness

love and kindness

love and kindness

as I teared after a long, hard hurtful bash

thinking what could have been different

wishing that I have a bigger heart to absorb

but I'm just a mere soul, like another

and then I recalled how blessed I actually am

bestowed with by love of every form

having friends guiding me through hurdles, even in a larger sphere 

I receive generous shoulders for support

how could I've been shortsighted, even at the slightest 

until the engine runs dry

strangers chose to help, they have no where to rush

my heart, ready to receive kindness

I lived the moment, every bit of it

as I witness,

all of the angels before my eyes

breakfast instead

I awake to fragments of consciousness

'can the self be trusted'

my head kept turning to check if the sky had turned bright

if dusk was coming

as if light will discount my longing to be freed

you were right beside 

sleeping soundly, right beside

for nights, I have been wondering about this

ritual that we build up to

sleeping soundly, right beside

I crawled, and started to express

my affection, through what I understood as being meaningful

I wanted you to experience pleasure

I liked it when you tell me about it

until I realised

my intent couldn't be reciprocated

I lay, quiet in pain

then you countered for a rewrite

'I make you breakfast instead'

I wish to be loved

I wish to be loved

I wish to be loved