Monday, June 30, 2014

A Metaphoric Illusion

Two doors in one space
Facing each other
Narrow turn
From one in between to another
A dark generic cube
I don't know
Why I hid in
And where I spent the missing hour
After the young high heel stepped in
I let her come and go
With taken for granted generosity
From this newly confused cash-rich woman
I therefore returned two coats
To the smiling old nymph
One gray, one maroon
She is very sweet - I've no idea what else to say

Where a little bit ray of daylight sneezed in from the door gap
She turned back to darkness, with a smile
To a naked conversation that feels
Heart observant, she added
No mind, no disguise, no gender
And full ease of self
The moment
Through a tavern atmosphere without wine
I guess that's what home supposed to be
It reminds me the night
When four of us prayed to the sky
We had no future
Why those delicate unicorns
Seem coarse and distant now
Surprised and confused
I sense a new sphere of mystery just arrived

Friday, April 25, 2014

The Discovery of Ovals

I still remember that evening
When we discovered ovals
Does the shape remind you
That Chinese-speaking lady who
Smelled like India?

When the dark blue arrives
Those tropical trees become
Larger, wilder, wetter, and sexier
I lit my candles
I dare to share with you my shy pulses
And my shameless nipples

Oh the huge frogs concert that
Reminds me the evening
When we discovered ovals
Today is still long
Tomorrow the flowers will fall