The raindrops glistened
In 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.
From the warmth of your bed
To walk back on that puddled road
Form bands of black and gray.
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.
To clear the skies upon my return.
For my soul is weary of being soaked
Of its indiscretion.
At our flat, Hong Kong. 5 Jul 2008. 11:15am.