Sunday, June 26, 2016

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






Monday, June 20, 2016

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

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

unrequited

that moment driving back home

the moment of silence for an unrequited love



the heart sang to a tune about loneliness

thy shan't compare

love birds of the worldly shouldn't matter

but you are the one I had feelings for

it resonated




why should I feel for myself




without persistence,

it could have been long gone



you didn't save yourself

you created new dimensions to be tangled in




as much as the created space was genuine

I knew you outside from that ideal

so when we weren't within

I wept, held a pity party

and then, see you in the space of ideal





down goes it

banished

the unrequited love

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

after tune

anticipation filled the vision

whilst sense got numb 




until I realize that I have been chased

by the ray 

and dawn showed up




until sunrise




no matter what you do

       making love

or dancing through the night

she's going to stay




until sunrise






never knew this world exist

until you came in suh-weet




until sunrise





warm cocoa with a towel wiped wet

when morning chirps of the birds greet you





until sunrise





I can't get enough of you




Wednesday, March 2, 2016

verge

perhaps 

before giving up

the last thought that would ever linger 

in space is




not being able to reach out

to touch


Sunday, February 28, 2016

hazy

she didn't even drink much...just loads of dancing




how casual you picked up details

before we part

this girl's alone, you don't quite know what to do or feel about it



getting into it is just not the easiest

regardless how I choose to open or reach out





I got my first glass broken   that night


it wasn't as tough as I thought it would be

though my heart was taking it very cautiously 

wine was great

reading was great

work was equally great

spotting you at the corner, too was sweet

this persuasive gut feeling oozed

overwriting all laws of the universe

you gave me more of a reason 



to be free spirited






when I read, there were doubts

a sense of categorized

           boring emotions

but I seem to be able to read some sense of genuineness



you got that gift






so much for a heavier pair of boots

nothing is going to stop me from reacting to my set of instincts





you're pretty much attractive






Thursday, February 25, 2016

quota

it was trance that you injected

beats in my head

colours sensed with my eyes closed

you stayed




half conscious makes it all better remembered

a bell awakened

with external stimuli in your shoes and mine

we had a great time




you left a morning 

on the bed

topless

an outline of your curved spine

not the strongest built 

                 such tender to be remembered




I jumped off my nest

and took it with me

           makes me wonder

if I could ever run out feeling what I felt






go back to bed