Our intimacy has no distance
Our distance increases intimacy
The intimate element is the distance
The secret of distance is intimacy
我们的亲密没有距离
我们的距离增加亲密
亲密的元素正是距离
距离的秘密就是亲密
Category: Poetry and Prose
Simplicity
we seek the simple things in life
for the pleasure they grant us
we set out on a straight path
caught in a web of entanglement
how our hearts grew weary
our mouths proceeded troubles
we are stuck in the loop
for we lost hope
until we stumble into someone
who rekindles our first love
for simplicity
and the joy
proceeding
from
it
Vast
strolling under the night sky
along the stars murmuring to each other
occasionally a chuckle fall off the stratosphere
depositing on my spine like chill air
in the infinite airspace
gladly losing consciousness
if not the chattering cicadas
prompting here and now
I would vaporise into the way over yonder
Let me be me
I know I want to write
I feel inspired to write
I do not know what to write
So
let my heart be the North Star
let my soul be the explorer
let the spillage of paint be art
abstract, impressionist
a craftsman of words
these are too grand for my intention
So
let me be me
a labourer of self expression
a mumbler of everyday stories
a restless night owl hoots composition
It is my sweat and blood you harvest
It is my life you are drawn to
it is the nature you hear
Let me be me
a reflection of you
in beauty
Cuts
walking on the pale sandy beach
spotting treasures in the sparkling sun
enough to whisk away the pensive mind
submerging in such shimmer
daydreaming the clouds to be
a motion picture of happy memories
until the edge of a rock or
a broke shell
cutting underneath her foot
the clouds turn into a violent swirl
brown bleeding out into the muted sand
from a place of torment
empty drink bottles
a monster broken capillary face
wild eyes flaming
savage shaking of a slim form
empty promises
an innocent blood drained cheeks
fearful stare vacating
prey falling off an arrow
how many times those cuts
drove her to the dark shadow
ignoring the brightly shining sun
gossamer waves reflecting off the water
old blood fading away into the saline foam
like the broken shells
in mock dismay
Impression of you
with my intuitive detecting eyes
scrolling through your photo gallery
the vulnerable eyes
immersed in deep thought
antient and karmic
with a hint of
primal longing
gravitating
captivating
consuming
time stands still
the clock chokes in the
curiosity infused air
a surge of
warm
gooey
puppy love
casting its net on me
i am cacooned in your
inescapable presence
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A poem
A reminder pop up on my screen
A check in call is due
A habit of mine
Always check the file notes
A flash of subject line ‘tenancy vacated’
An instinct to open the note
‘Advised by tenant’s sister tenant deceased’
Attila is dead!
A flush of memory of our last check in
A stroke he had
A sequence of specialist appointments
Anxious about his puberty son
Apologise for not coming to the scholarship ceremony
A good wish for my beauty in slurry speech
A last good bye
An end to the line
Attila and me
A client to his advisor
A prayer said to his son
Alone in this world fatherless
Acne face
Angry displaced
A lost sheep
Alchemist in the making is
All I prayed
Profession
I love you
I love falling in love with you
I love being in love with you
I love loving you
I
Love
You
Awakening
Your fingers leaving burn marks
then kissing them off
one by one
Set me on fire
burning us to ashes
rebirth again
new for the dawn
Bring on the new buds
pulling the heartstrings
play me like a symphony
pleasing to Amor
Bloom
peeling off petals
one by one
falling
fragrance scattering
intoxicating all senses
The body once a wasteland
slowly soaking up the dewdrops
trickle to a stream
a river
a sea
a tsunami
Flicker of Thoughts 