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
Sunday, June 26, 2016
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
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
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
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
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
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