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02
Jan
09

Home

In the emptiness of hours,

you fill me.

Your kicks,

your hiccups

entertain my weary head

in this too large bed

for your Dad is still on his way home.

Minutes tick away

so slow, yet so fast.

You dwell unseen yet  strongly felt

just like your Dad.

The moon is as full as my belly.

Days empty as starless nights.

Waiting

for us three

to be home.

Laguna, Philippines. 2 January 2009. 10:40 am.

05
Jul
08

Rainshine

The raindrops glistened

RainshineIn the rays of the sun.

Gray clouds roll

In the turquoise sky.

The sun’s glow trickled with the drizzle

Sun and rain

Danced in the afternoon.

.

My departing

From the warmth of your bed

To walk back on that puddled road

Makes rainbows

Form bands of black and gray.

.

My heart

Empty as that suitcase,

Gaped open like my palm

Yearning for your hand.

.

Torn between staying and leaving

My soul is like being drenched in the raining sunshine.

Parched in the downpour

But beaming in the overcast.

.

Under the disconcerted skies,

Let me feel the moist of sunrays

In your every kiss

And shower me the luminance of raindrops

Gleaming from your eyes.

.

Promise me

To clear the skies upon my return.

For my soul is weary of being soaked

Of its indiscretion.

At our flat. 5 Jul 2008. 11:15am.

08
May
08

Six

Six

You will be

entering from that door

At exactly six in the evening.

But my day had started

Twelve hours earlier

My mind had been racing

On how to spend the minutes

Before you step in from that door.

Between the soap suds of laundry

And stinging aroma of onions

I find my being restless

As the weather of Yuen Long

 I wish that knowing my fate

Is as simple as those maps and signs

You had taught me of using.

Should I be here? Or there?

Answers revealed

In alien calligraphy

Written on red columns

Of temples and walls.

 Perhaps

Believing in the warmth of your palm

During the biting midnight rains

Or your smile

Despite the steaming heat of the roof

Tells me

That the door you are about to open this evening

Is also the door I should be entering

But sooner than 6 pm.

 

5 May 2008. 5:26 pm. At our new flat.




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