I start tapping
not knowing where this poem will end
like
sowing seeds to the ground
not knowing it will thrive into
a luscious green carpet lawn
or
a savage weed patch
We started this journey together
with
unknown curiosity
unquenchable thirst
not knowing how it will unfold
another Merlot gone sour
or
a dark chocolate strawberry fondue
slowly melting
enticing for more
and more
Sitting in an a cappella concert
listening to love songs sung from
heartache to joy
despair to victory
hopelessness to strength
I realised love is
such an extreme emotion
that makes us
shiver, quiver
flutter, shudder
like
groosebumps on our skin
earthquake under our feet
No wonder
it takes
eruption of volcanoes
explosion of fireworks
to express
the sensation of love
in climax
when I see your face
my soul sparkles through the crescents
to absorb the mirror image of yours
my wrinkles flee from the past
to foretell the future
when I see your face
my darkest days are merely inconvenience
like a cup of ill-made coffee
my ailing body is just an excuse
to curl up next to you
when I see your face
the world around me dims
to a backdrop of the milky way
when I see your face
she sits on the rope day bed
he weaved for her
cinnamon coffee swirls its way
into her fond memory of him
he used to massage her feet
while she was tapping away
to create sad stories from
her tragic mind
day after day
she could not believe
his unwavering love
he was like the floor lamp
giving out a glow to
clothe her in comfort and love
she always kept that
little distance and space
where he was blinded by confusion
he did feel like he was
just part of the furniture
fit for a purpose but
underserving of her love
now she is sitting alone and
writing a tragic poem on
what it should have been
a happy ever after
reality
she is used to eating dinner alone
with Netflix on her laptop playing
she is not sure about
sharing a couch and dinner
interacting with each other
she is used to taking a bath
in the company of candle lights
and a glass of wine
she is not sure about
having another to
refill her glass
trim the candle wicks and
sit quietly to watch her
with desire simmering
change is a good thing
if there is
harmony in being together
and passion for one another
You know how I know you are for me?
When I see your face I am happy
not for the things we do together
or the time we spend together
for I love the me being with you!
The morning sun mantles
the ivy-twined house
Her face meets his warmth
and yet is still too early
for the piecing shards
to lance her umber orbs
Her craving lips part to
drink in all his affection
The lone house shimmers
in the sun-poured adoration
you’re from out of space
among the diamond rain
just crash into me
You are like a breeze that
eases the turmoil
from
burning hurts
You are like a breeze that
wraps me around
in
sure security
You are like a breeze,
the most flirtatious of
all atmospheres
You are like a breeze that
belongs to
my
ocean pull
came across an old diary entry
‘You are always on my mind’
truth be told
I haven’t thought about you
for years
Flicker of Thoughts 