I don’t remember making any promises.
A runaway child with shifting sandcastle dreams.
I am here with you; the whole of me, to you, is not enough, is insufficient.
What can promises do?
They don’t anchor my heart.
They don’t keep me wearing your scent.
They don’t keep my legs jelly and from wandering.
Let the kite fly freely to its ruin
by cutting the string.
Please!
Tag: love
Inseparable
I believe you are resting deep in the ocean, sometimes coming up for air bubbles.
Responding to the sound of your breathing, paintbrushes dropped onto pebbles still radiating the warmth of summer scotch.
I rushed out wearing only my jeans, escaping the slumbering heat and running towards you.
The waves draped themselves around my jeans like a night serpent, slowing me down as they tightened around my ankles and calves, crawling up to my crotch. The buttons were torn open recklessly, breaking free.
I began to trek through the saline foam, following the sound of you.
You were calling me to go skinny-dipping with you again, moving in synchronisation. I was well aware that I was alone in the dark water, trying once more to listen to your streams of consciousness as they formed poetry.
I dived into the depths where your voice became clear, arousing me once again and offering us the chance to become one for the thousand and thousandth time.
思念 （Longing）
很想把阴毛碾成灰
如有脱落的牙齿一齐寄去
彼岸的思念并不遥远却漫长
走着走着只剩自己与影子
人老珠黄的期盼
何日君为郎
莫慌莫慌
送上一叠 褶子
朦胧双眼与余下银发
I long to grind my pubic hair to ash
and send it along with any fallen teeth.
The longing from the other shore is not far, yet it feels endless.
Along this long walk, only my shadow remains.
Like a pearl that has lost its luster,
the waiting is long-suffering.
When will you return to me?
Be patient!
For now, I send you a stack of wrinkles,
my blurry eyes, and the remaining silver in my hair.
*The Chinese version was written by Jun.
Time-traveling Lovers
The old clock
hung meaningless
on the limestone wall of separate dimensions,
the mantel of time-traveling lovers.
An artificial fireplace burning
with blue tongue and amber arms
tangled between the Boston snowstorm
and the Gold Coast heatwave.
Synced are their pace
and the speed of their heartbeats.
It’s not by accident
that he’s learned to
wake when she wakes
and sleep when she sleeps
even half a globe away.
Time became irrelevant.
His circadian rhythm
has shifted towards hers.
*Another collaboration with Benjamin Grossman. Thank you my friend!
Learning
We say
we will get married
if we get to 40
and still single
For now
we just
fuck passionately
in between our
each semi-committed relationship
Deep down
I realise that
we don’t want to
lose each other
by giving our hearts
to someone else
There is wisdom
in knowing that
we can’t lose
what we don’t have
like our parents’ marriages
Entitlement
回顾
倒着走喝啤酒的日子已过去了
但你纯真的傻笑仍旧缠绕耳边
把我带回对爱无惧的初恋年华
时光的隧道真是有那样的魔力
苍发的皱脸禁不住激爱的红晕
隔山海的我们还在为过去喝彩
The days of walking backwards and drinking beer are gone. But your innocent, silly laughter still lingers in my ears, taking me back to my fearless first love. The tunnel of time truly holds such a magical power. My wrinkled face, gray-haired, can’t help but blush with love. Across mountains and seas, we still celebrate the past.
Union
I’ve travelled many winding paths just to find rest in your embrace, soft as a cloud, yet steady and unshakable like a mountain.
Loving you defies logic. It asks for no explanation, no reason. It simply is, as natural and essential as breathing.
God formed me from your rib and brought me to you. So I may always be the dull ache you have. God also created me to be your helper. And I hope that balances out the bittersweetness of life.
Our life together has shaped me into someone better. Because you love me, I’ve learned to love myself. You are the mirror that reflects my truest self.
I love you, more than words can express.
温情
你的拥抱
暖如
冬天的阳光
心里的灰
变成
大海里的蓝
悠然地
扩展到地平线
与海鸥戏耍
至日落
无奈
远远的
你站着
长长身影
默默地
我望着
喃喃自语
心灵的对话
越不过的闸
跨不过的域
Flicker of Thoughts 