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
Tag: love
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
Unspoken
let love flow between us
it’s in the stares
unveiling all the desire
let the unspoken words fall on the silent echoes
it’s in between blinks
loving you inextinguishably
let flushed cheeks unsettle
it’s the rosy glow
giving away the secret réciproque
Ah!
Ah!
You are the long black coffee I so savoured in the morning.
Ah!
You are the masterpiece for my artistic appetite.
Ah!
You are the calamine lotion for my mosquito bites.
Ah!
You are the cool breeaze before a storm on a scorching summer day.
Ah!
You are the mindfulness meditation for my anxiety.
Ah!
You are the healing music to my wayward soul.
Food for thought
I have learned that nectar is food for
bees, hummingbirds and butterflies
they are attracted to
the colours of the outer appearance
and the scent it gives out
they all show affection
however
only bees are reliant on it
hummingbirds and butterflies
are open to other attractions
Morning glory
at the first flecks of daybreak
the sacred incense is a burning swirl
the lock and key ceremony is underway
in the company of subtropical rain
Upside down
she is a winter baby
who wasn’t born in
June, July or August
her dream of a white Christmas
never happens here
she survives heatwaves
escapes bushfires
while he flees from the snow
gets cosy by a fire place
they look at the same world
in reversal
day and night
in perfect cycle
they cheated time
so did fickle love
Flicker of Thoughts 