Tangerine

Some say the rust of leaves

bring you thoughts from afar

be blessed by the weak current of the air

a faint scent to bathe you in disguise



Can I forget where we're grounded on

the identity we baggage along

If I were to pat you after a ten minute gaze

cheekbones, eyebrows, your nose

will you counter with a strike of defense

will you let me in?



To have past and present reconciled

to have love reshaped, and reaffirmed

you came along

as I discovered my attempts

to sense the coarseness of your palms






I love listening to your stories

seeing you as yourself

just sharing the same space with you

when we let the particles vibrate

as they do the talking

when we let the frequencies find its way

to juxtapose, collocate

or to be laid side by side

like our heads



for that

you are my tangerine

one I held dearly in my hands

there's nothing to hide

only to be shone by a pink hue

almost translucent

when I held you my hand

Act I Scene III

My heart sings a song

one that you don't hear of

as I wait

it started to sink in

a sense of familiarization 

as I wait

and I checked

fumbled simple, repetitive actions

book down cell up pivot waist to the side

cell down food munched get Oxford out of the bag

overpowered by distraction

my actions make no sense if I know not my purpose

I am here because 

I am going to see you

that image I've processed over and over again

in the dark room

now I think we have to change the setting

just a tad closer, maybe

did I tell you that your presence is much adored?

oh, yes I did

we can play ourselves as children

a release of our inner child

to run free, run wild and to explore to two's content

like how it would be if we met as kids

when smiles show it all, you see

I cupped a ball of gratitude in my hands

I wish you could see

lose our guards, maybe

we'll catch ourselves there

Nuzzle

How was your day, 

love?

This comes with one (1) compulsory multiple choice question

tagged as a minuscule valued entertainment; non sequitur

if you have preference towards categorization

What I'd answer a loved one,
How was your day,
love?

Your love penetrates my skin, caress while I sleep, 

like sunlight to life 

like vanilla beans pulverized for ice cream

like an intense smooch I wish to perform with you

as gentle as a young stream

innate as I translate my thoughts onto my fingers

then onto you 

What happened earlier

I. welcome back, my dear

II. I intend to walk you home, though I failed

III. I've learnt that hugs could answer questions

IV. I loved how you always give me thrill, deep down

So choose one, get it right and I shall requite you generously

A. I only

B. I and III

C. II and III

D. I, III and IV

E. All of the above

I Asked The Tree

Silence lingered between space

of two fingers wide

of a bottle of fine wine

   that was it

times up, the bell has tolled

come back again when a desired unit of measurement takes place

your heart shall be the gatekeeper

one that is sensible, and pulsates


Silence lingered between space

I wasn't sure of the circumstances

actually, I didn't care

it doesn't matter

after all that information gained


but it was different, you see

a ball grew, formed its existence

between the silence



I halted and you ran away

a spot not too far off

playing with the toys you fancy

kept yourself occupied

when I figured that it is time for silence to lapse

when quietness was absorbed,

finally

there were no embarrassment, no awkwardness and no haste traced

we coexist in agreement

in mutual, of composure





Silence has taken place

with comfort, pillowed between our bodies

La Grande Jatte

I saw him in the morn

I was unusually early

He was tall, with a broad frame

had that look one could easily imagine

     out of a 2-D description

but all I had in my head was you

it was all about you


He snapped away with his equipment

our wavelengths intervened

sometimes beings resonate in very

unique patterns,

but all I had in my head was you

it lead me back to you


When you say great minds think alike

when you share the same catch phrases

identity, associations, or a cuppa

do you label yourself

a class

with an emission of a collective pride and arrogance?

No - he was not an embodiment

but somehow, it was still about you


Of course

sometimes, I wonder if we've lost it

it feels like we're building blocks

wooden and plastic ones

red, blue, and yellow

as the blocks got stacked higher

as the surface expands

as we take turns to participate



Can I see you again

even when seasons change

ligaments torn, bones broken

skins shed and vessels thicken

Displacement

You've lost yourself in a peat swamp

the concrete jungle

a woven web of golden silk

When you swim to the surface to grasp

oxygen

you released self to your subconscious

effortless actions

comfort, familiarity

a modus operandi 

oh don't you deserve a little love

after a saunter in the snow storm

what tops a little pamper 

as some physical experiences

currencies can define

I just wanted to be soaked and grounded, 

you uttered

and there I stood,

forgotten

somewhere in between those lines

Hundred Yard Dash

The voice in my head echoed louder

I recognized, it doesn't differ only on its dynamics

but its depth

trenchant was its tone

sonorous was its resonance


So I drove to the nearest beach I could find

bared my feet and ran to the waters

I called upon your name

worked my intercostal muscles

left you messages

interposed between the abundance of minerals

there wasn't a slight reflection

I guess it had travelled miles and miles

and miles

to an island, maybe

least,

envisioned in my mind



When you think of me

doubt not, it is I

hellos, gentle brushes, or a warm presence

telepathic, maybe - maybe not


only when you think of me







My actions;

those which speak louder than words



I'm missing you