We are such homebodys
the couch is our sanctuary
where the shapes of us
sinking into
the wings of a butterfly
gives life to our dream
There is no more safer space
than the span of us
where body temperature
is within reach
our flesh
is in contact
each of our worlds
knitted into one
bright colourful
landscape of
love
Finally
we are home at ease
in one breath
one flesh
one uniting
force of life
archery, golf, gun shooting
precision sports are invigorating
in the shooting range
weight-forward stance
loaded pistol in steady hands
focus on the target X to line up three dots
screen out the other lanes’ startling sound
hold my breath and pull the trigger
adrenaline hits at the fall of loud bangs
bullet holes mapping the target sheet
the close to perfection
drives me for more rounds
culture difference shows up
when it comes to comics
your western super heros
my eastern mystic figures
like two far apart genes
without any cross-over
is full stop an ending
ending in a dot
a dot of minuscule
minuscule holds the power of an ending
an ending of a life
a life springs from the ending
Walmart is set up for
minimal to zero
human contact
roam through
grocery
clothing
household
pharmacy
without any communication
with another soul
it suits
a list shopper
like me perfectly
Walmart, the one stop shop
everything is under
the same chilled
steel roof
sturdy steel carts
wheel along
the concrete floor
every package is
well thought through
how can anyone not try
the new line
new flavor
new launch
they are screaming
in silence
in bold capital prints
the shrinking pay check
also suffers in silence
Walmart is a considerate
shopping destination
for a shopper like me
wearing worn out t-shirt
faded jeans
cheap flip-flops
with fungal infected toenails
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He sees her
a peony thriving
in prime
Her perfection inescapable to
the every cell
in his being
Her lack of fragrance
infuses his senses
with pure nature
Her contentment
in full bloom
with early signs
of fading
His impulse
drives him to preserve
her beauty
She holds him
in adoration
sends him whisper of longing
restrains to speak of tomorrow
She knows too well
her tomorrow is retreating
from this world
while
his is to take hold of
each sunshine on offer
on this earth
She takes a selfie
sends it to him
to retain the memory
of this perfect moment
in such a regretful time
The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice
The air becomes depressing
at the last twenty minutes
the kids packing their bags
putting their shoes on reluctantly
then the breaking point comes
when they whisper
‘Can’t we stay for another day?’
knowing another day is
in two weeks time
There is no word to do justice
to the thick sadness
and beat-up helplessness
when doing the family embrace
the circle of love with
uniting hope for
this weekend will be
the everyday norm
when we all dash to
the finishing line
of an eight year
marathon
Crooked spikes of the rustic iron gate licking the hellfire sky
Luring sound of the cello playing softly to whisper promise of happy memories and haunting stories
His footsteps on the garden path pebbles are giving away kernels of excitement
Restraint by the French windows, he swallows at the view of her untarnished body wrapping around the maple cello
She exhibits as the most porcelain icy celestial body on the Kuiper belt
The divine tone of cello is escalating from mellow to vibrant, lustrous to transcendental to dark
The forbidden pleasure shoots through his legs, groin, abdomen to his heart forming a lump in his Adam’s apple
He dares not let out the primal cry, not even a low groan to disturb the masterful performance
The vibration slapping his core in ebbs and flows
His rhythmic breathing orchestrates harmoniously with the evocative cello melody to reach the pinnacle of perfection
When the silence finally falls and the music gives in to exhaustion, their eyes meet, locked in a fulfilling gaze
Flicker of Thoughts 