A smile upon my face,
Knowingly you’re beside me,
Will not be lonely; not anymore;
tossing and turning on this large bed,
Dancing fingertips on my skin —
You’re blowing bubble gum
in this unlimited summer,
while I am melting chocolate
in the pot. We plan to play
fondue in front of our unborn children.
Velvet sky of disclosure,
We have been two-thousand
and four-hundred hours apart,
Scars are so brand new, still —
I have been breathing hard
lately. Only then I learn to be
stronger, like I have promised you
before your last breath that I will
never give up. Never for Mama and myself —
I will not cry the same tears,
But it will be of different taste. Someday
another new chapter
when a vow is exchanged
with the One who loves me. —
He caused her disappointment
for his own indulgence and charm,
Angel’s beneath the closed doors,
Her eyes are swollen
like a soul trafficker China-doll.
Hello there beloved missing piece,
I am knocking on Heaven’s door
to see and feel you once again,
Words that are yet to confess,
I pray we shall meet in my sleep.
Mascara keeps me awake,
Concealer gives me confidence,
The world’s my stage to conquer,
I am safe in my own skin,
With or without Kabuki painting.
This poem was written for International Friendship Day, published on Facebook.
Lay me down between
the North and Downtown of
Vancouver with eyes wide open,
while I’m breathing you
by the Lion’s Gate Bridge,
Mouths locking; deeply
when I say ‘I Do’ to you.
Love silently for yesterday’s history,
Kiss endlessly; our tomorrow’s mystery,
Live in this present and cherish it,
For you only live once; rat-racing’s short.
You come with the rain to this cruel world,
You found me through the midnight curl,
I am safe and sound married to fantasy,
We’ve tantalized the realm of ecstasy.
Green tea latte on my lips,
You’re a bone-cracking; a lunatic
in the world so real but this could
cripple your fantasy when someone’s
talking about you;
about me and then us —
Ain’t it fun if we were together again,
Despite the differences that
had drifted us since yesterday —
Purple is the color of creativity,
Maroon represents our sex,
Black is when we kiss, while
we’re moaning to the white anthem.
Her songs are like morphine,
Summertime in autumn love,
Running hard spinning endorphin,
Cloud’s soaring a wounded dove.
Working hard today, honey?
May you’ll find the truest passion,
Please take good care of yourself,
though I’m unable to appear before you,
but I’ve been praying for you all the time
from every corner of auspicious breeze,
Songs from you; spare one for me.