
I write, you read
side by side
I bite on your arm
signal for a kiss
you turn to me
smile
meteor streaking across
the sky
thousands kisses fall

I write, you read
side by side
I bite on your arm
signal for a kiss
you turn to me
smile
meteor streaking across
the sky
thousands kisses fall

I am sitting upon the same rock
facing the ocean
thinking how all these years
I keep calling, calling…my heart
There has been always empty echos
And yet, I am still here
calling, calling..my dear heart
as if I stop
all these 22 years fulfil a lie
My heart will cripple in emptiness
not an ounce of strength to grief
I keep calling, calling…my only heart
Till my hair all grey
Till my heart frail
I will go in peace knowing
Across the seas
your eyes are dim
your bones are aching
You lived the lie that I would never stand smiling at you
just like the day we first met
curious, unpretentious and loyal.

When all you know is turbulence
Will you tell the sea is calm?
When all you’ve been through is futile
Will you still long for maybe?
When all you taste is bitter vile
Will you remember the dew once on your lips?
When all you sense is darkness closing in day after day
Will you even contemplate the rays?
When all of you is an open wound
Will you? Will you let me in?

The rolling waves
sometimes quiet sometimes roaring
like the pleasure in my belly
Your hands are soft like the sea breeze
sweeping through my growing sensitivity
Your caress stirs my desire
The millennium longing lips searching for answers
Singing ancient primal tunes to your being
Gearing to the rhythm of clockwork
Dripping sweat melts into the salty sea
The moonlight reflects the burning amber
flames intertwined
The trembling bodies convey consuming current
unreserved offer and acceptance
back and forth
back and forth
like waves crashing the rocks
broken in splendidness
rebirth in harmony
無盡無邊的愛浪
一潮接一潮
翻滾的波浪正如腹下的快感
有時寧靜有時咆哮
你的手軟如海風,掃過敏感的地帶
你對我的愛撫,翻起我心底的慾望
我們滴的汗融進鹹鹹的海里
皓月下折射著激情的紅蘊
緊貼的肌膚互放著愛的能量
猶如齒輪一樣磨合著千年的渴望
愛的節奏跟隨著海的叮嚀,喃喃細語
在耳邊細訴對你的渴望與愛戀
在咬著你的肩膀時發出壓抑以久的呻吟
顫抖的身體傳送著燃燒的飢渴
急促的呼吸向你表達著深遠的需要
从遠古到如今,對你悠長的盼望
不斷地尋找你的唇去共享極樂的呢喃
互相毫無保留的付出與接受
來來回回一如潮來潮去
時兒平復,時兒澎湃
就如浪花沖擊著岩石
發出情侶們相知的呼嘯

A picture says a thousand words
This kind of love
I adore

( image from psychologytoday.com )
I wish
I could be satisfied with only you
I wish
I could say once in a life time
I wish
I could allow you to touch my heart
I wish
I could tell you ‘you are my world’
I wish
I could sleep sweet by your side
I wish
I could bundle all my disappointment
I wish
I could let it burn in our passion
I wish
I could be all in one
for you

( Image from tinybuddha.com )
Violet comes in many shades
Accustomed to how black I feel today
Letting perfect to be its own play
Enter the stage is trespassing
Nothing in life is perfect
Time is certainly becoming my witness
In the remote distance you are my perfection
No smell, no touch, no taste
Euphoria is where wild imagination stays

What time is it in Texas?
1:32
Why in that order?
not a conformer
nor a rebel
just quirky a little
1
3
2
What time is it down under?
6:32
half of the halves
still half

( Image from buildingbeautifulsouls.com )
It has been a while
her locks are golden brown
before that
were honey amber and chestnut.
Today
I saw her in the mirror
contemplating her glory.
Will I defeat the fear of goth
crown her dark silky velvet?
It has been a while
She is green, indigo and violet,
before that
was yellow and red.

I always wanted to write, always wanted to be a writer, not a published writer, but a writer who just writes.
My life so far splits between China and Australia.
I had written madly for 5 years in Chinese since I was sixteen, then wrote nothing for 15 years. I started to write English poetry in late 2018 and I have been writing since…something.
Someone asked me yesterday is writing like therapy for me. I wasn’t prepared for the question really, but I answered ‘ when I write, I am me.’ .
Only when I heard myself saying that, I realised writing is part of me. When I write, I am at ease, I feel at home. I make sense of this world and the people in it through writing.
I wrote and posted different flavoured pieces on this blog to explore my personal writing style. I continue to try writing different topics to navigate. When the direction is unclear, I let my muses and keyboard guide me.
I write when curling up in my comfortable bed, sitting in a noisy cafe, on a quiet park bench, in a squashed train carriage, on the picnic rug by the beach…and right at this moment, I am writing as I am walking in a crowded station at peak hour.
Writing is my everyday life, everything is in it and surrounding it…in this period of my life and perhaps beyond.
‘Home is where the heart is.’