If I am sure of
the warmth of the sun on my skin,
raindrops on my lashes,
echoes of my voice….
then I am sure of
you came through dreams to my reality.
Tag: love
Natural High
lazy Sunday noon
bathe our limbs in the sun
on a checkered picnic rug
our giggles grow into
uncontrollable hysterics
two timid souls
dismantled by
the chemistry of laughter
behind the chuckles
there is throaty longing
the childlike energy
flows between breaths
try to
catch the uncatchable
contain the uncontainable
avoid the inevitable
how often
we let loose
let our guard down
let another please us
in the most
innocent form
of encounter
Shadow box
I moved country, continent, hemisphere
I fit my life into a suitcase
I came naked
I will go naked
It is one suitcase too much
memory fades
happy or sad
we live momentarily
eventually memory loss
what do I hold dearly
will I recognise
the you and me once been
in the shadowbox
chained around my neck
the picture will be so blur
in my failing mind
the shadow box will be so worn out
by the fiddle of my fingers
you perhaps will be long gone
with my smile imprinted to
your soul
Bluebird
a lone bluebird
glides across the prairie
flapping his vibrant wings
to survey his love
“Touch your lips with a magic kiss
And you’ll be a bluebird too,
And you’ll know what love can do”
will love bring you to me
my northern bluebird
if I walk about in the plains
leaving sparse scent trails
will you land on my shoulder
touch my lips with a magic kiss
and will I be a bluebird too,
and we’ll know what love can do
Carousel
How many times have you picked up
my suitcase from the airport carousel?
They are exactly the times we spent
our sweet honeymoons.
When they ended, we returned to our independent lives.
People comes and goes like a revolving door.
Not one distracts us from each other
for each journey ends
each planning for another honeymoon starts.
The circle of life manifests in our love
like children enjoy the merry-go-round.
IV – Kiss Collection
Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning
She and He and They
She
an only child grew up with cats
a city girl came from the subtropical rain
with lavender scent among the dragon ferns
He
a lone man curled up on a couch
immersing in books and writing stories
sipping black coffee with spices
They
watch people and clouds to pass time
tread through the powdery rain in Vans
reassemble Vincent’s starry night in jigsaw puzzle
under the autumn silvery moon
hedgehogs hide by the vegetable patch
melancholic harmonica playing softly
Honeycomb
My Honeycomb!
Do you know
you are meant to
be empty and lonely
for I was born to
come and fill you
with sweetness in
every hollow room.
We drip of
wealth and riches
overflow with harvest
cacoon in our happy home.
Oh my sweet sweet Honeycomb!
One of those things
Is there truly a God?
I don’t see Him.
There is truly wind
as I know how it feels on my skin.
Is there indeed true love?
I cannot see the future.
There surely is happiness
as my heart sings when I see you.
Fall
I
will fall
in your arms
catching orange tangerine marmalade
in autumn ambience
ravished by
you
Flicker of Thoughts 