小眯

眯着小眼

我们对望

只有你看见

我在笑


你是在眯着眼吗




空气是我们的媒人

一公尺

大概是我
想要和你最近的距离

只有你在看见

我乐的笑

我编的舞蹈


空气应该含
我们隐约的对白




你留了下来

可惜我什么都没留下

思绪里的我们已都不回头

可现实

我们却不懂得靠近



我们干杯

我不想多抽

对不起

动作没说  喜欢你

直到你和伴离开

我多么想把你给拦着



我们什么都没说




我的无奈

夹在头发间的烟味里

一丝丝






想要和你体验的

应该是你的能力吧

还有你   私下

那动人的演艺


小眯

teared

I don't know what you think of me

but I apologise


for you have yet to learn

to take full responsibility of your actions

your reactions

your gut and gauge

your free formed purity, colour

the world you want to explore

                           your capacity



to contrast with my sharp intentions

even if they aren't ill in the slightest

my trained state of mind

and of my subconscious wish to write



I mean no harm

I am barely armed

should you ever be cautious and put your guard high


I am sorry

trash

this forceful title

to be claimed as trash



crumbles in your heart

squeezed in your palm to be entitled




 I gave you such liberty

to have me outcast

I must be looking for you

in such desperation



no, because

we didn't plan to love each other in such a manner

captured

so say this is how the Sunday evening begins

pitter-pattered went the rain

I love how ventilated this old house is

we breathed together



perhaps you are nothing more than a canvas

for me to paint my imagination of romance

all that I've collected and subscribed


yet you're still just

a canvas

to my single-sided fondness




all I did was

kneading my reasons into logic

albeit
nobody needed to care

this space is captured for me and you

and your black dogs




I tried breathing in the same rhythm as you did

- self explanatory

and your white strands out growing your emotional intelligence

makes me wonder how this came into place

as I watch you sleep

soundlessly





Happy birthday

soft spoken

I have forgotten how to live

I confess

how it is to pour a little sun on the skin

how it is to fold clothes hung dry

how do I clear my dead skin cells from the tiles

next to my bed

how do I function with a living space

                   I call home



my standards of comfort

responsibility

are to be instilled by the influence of the sorts       of which

who tells you

to shut the cover of detergent tight after you finish

who tells you to pick up trash that you have created

how does logic function within me

what draws a line of your discipline, claimed sense of righteousness

and a vision that I've blurred



I see circles

I spin

body talk

my shoulders were bare

sharing the space

mirrors on the ceiling

music in my ears

my sense of trust

cupped in your hands

gently used





I sat down

straight, like to measure

the transparent plastic chair

angles of my head, tweaked

so you can work on it


the door to my core was opened

I've never heard of the action of vulnerability 


being practised


but you were there between the lines

to witness

my zones of different planes

whilst working on me

just so you can work on it



my weakness exposed

touch me

she said once


touch me

she said again

a musk built in the air

feels like I want to be devoured

somewhere, somehow

pulses sent

from the tips of your fingers

your raw frustrations

your offbeat gestures

my humming of tunes

my eyes, with your reflection




she tingled

begged to be touched

while you stood there

gazing, quietly

aroused

sweetness

The sky was speaking of a calm language

and so the heart breathe steadily

it was warm and friendly

with a pulse beating



I couldn't resist




But when I soak into that quirky space of a convenient store,

labour clinic and a martial arts gym

that space synced without delay



the smell of sweet sweat

souls to be released and reclaimed

stood out




45 degrees punches

and twists of the knees

I am thus reminded that my body speaks a similar language with my being

after so many years

catching up



and those eyes

that willingness to surrender

I wonder what called upon








that  smell of sweet sweat

souls to be released

and reclaimed