Origami Souls

A collaborative effort of me and Benjamin Grossman.

The bountiful lilac purple wisterias curtain our bedroom window
The humidity of summer and the sound of cicadas wake us

My breasts swell in the cup of your hands
The curve of my body lazily responding to your offering

There is only one line you fit between
Fold me into origami with nothing but your tongue

Our bodies contort into a paper crane
Loving for 1000 years till we turn grey
Our souls take flight through the lilac purple haze into the flush blue eternity.

Numbered

Magnolias broke out at below zero, blushed, hung on naked branches.

For one long year, half heartedly, I accepted defeat over the quarter you bet wearing a devilish grin.

With satisfaction, you drew an infinity on my wrist with wet finger, marked the beginning of a decade’s promises.

A dozen yellow roses wilted on the teak table where conversations, laughter and passion are still lingering.

The bare magnolia tree, shamefully, stretches out towards the winter sun.

Secret Garden

This piece of writing is in response to Denise’s six sentence story prompt word – Dream.

I want to ride a cloud to your bedside
and make it into a silky soft pillow
for your overthinking head to rest on.
I want to sing love songs into your dream
of thousands of sunflowers in Tuscany.

In response, you flicker your sickle moon lashes,
mumbling an affectionate language only we know.
Even the nightingale stops singing and listen.
Touch-me-nots open without shame
waiting to hear the interpretation.
The secret garden comes alive.

Desire

The autumn wind combs the sunlight into golden locks

Resting on his heaving chest from a satisfying afternoon nap

Her chestnut eyes crackling in the fire of longing

Such desire, too wild to tame

Love Stays

I remember

You said

We would argue in poetry

The same way

We would show love in poems

All these years

I keep writing

Because

I haven’t stopped

Loving you

Action Says It All

Living Poetry prompt – Love

He is a pragmatic man with few words

He’ll do anything to make her smile

Acting like a clown and telling hilarious jokes

Serving her breakfast in bed or a cup of tea when she is sad

Installing a hammock by the firepit for her home winter retreat

Building a zen pond and filling it with waterlilies and fish to cure her homesickness

Moving country to support her career

There is nothing he won’t do to make her happy

He is a pragmatic man with few words

Support

When you are hurting

I want to be your pillow on the starless and sleepless night

Soft, quiet and ready for hugs

信箱钥匙

信箱里堆满了被遗忘的记忆

垃圾广告埋藏着真爱的信笺

钥匙翻涛在漫无目的的云海

不忍心打开堆积情感的遗憾

The Letter Box Key

The mailbox is full of forgotten memories

Junk ads hide the letter of true love

The key tossing in the aimless sea of clouds

I can’t bear to open up the regrets of accumulated emotions

Birthday Gift

I ask for 
a pair
of sleep mask
as gift

I need to
train myself to
know you
even when my eyes
are dim

I want us
to be loving
in sunlight
and
in darkness