I kissed a toad and I liked it
The taste of his toxic slimy skin
I kissed a toad just to try it
I hope my prince don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so naughty
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a toad and I liked it
I liked it
I kissed a toad and I liked it
The taste of his toxic slimy skin
I kissed a toad just to try it
I hope my prince don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so naughty
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a toad and I liked it
I liked it
bird and wings
fish and water
life and breath
lock and key
together
they make sense
me over here
you over there
meaningless

The affluent nest traced back to Bungaree
and his Russian and French associates.
The ships rested and overhauled in the huddle of the bay
while the business party was underway.
The scenery of heath, woodland and forest showcases
the mix palette of native acacia, banksia,
red bloodwood and Sydney peppermint
decorated with newly arrived lantana and privet.
The modern world continues to thrive on its rich heritage.
The wealth displays through bayview mansions cascade to
meet their private yachts on a pane of ultramarine.

Mosman Bay, Sydney, Australia
The Living Poetry prompt – molt
If we treat love affair like moulting
it is only natural that
we age a little
throw away a little
and grow a little

I set this date as the timeline
to have a plan in place:
a plan in unplannable tomorrows
a fickle evidence of our love
although it sounds ridiculous
so does the safe feeling
in a lover’s arms

I have a habit of admiring the cool moonlight
and making plans to visit you.
I am used to measuring my footsteps
to gauge how much I miss you.
The long distant travel doesn’t bother me
as long as I know I get to linger around your scent.
I keep enduring the absence of your love
watching the moon pulls the tide.
我不是今日才要慕晚月凉,
明天艳阳去寻娇娘,
日子不空只随脚步踱思念,
远行不累,
香气怡人漂他乡,
牵挂着,
断渐爱恋缠又续。
Rosso thirsts for the taste of raw and gamey meats.
Bianco settles with carefree sea creatures.
Is Red more passionate or vicious?
Is White more passive or benevolent?
To feast or to rest?

a little sand crab
with a soft shell
shyness makes her bury deep
curious impulse drives her
into the waves
a transient creature surfs
between the aqua and buff

I asked the bartender for a refreshing, citrusy and green drink. He brought me a Southside garnished with a cute mint leaf. I almost heard you say in that American midwest accent, “It is originated from the south side of /ˌɪləˈnɔɪ/ and /ʃɪˈkɑːɡəʊ/.”
The angel has gone sad
Her halo has gone out
The chaos rained down heavily
She got out of God’s way
He got to do His mighty work
single handedly