Friday, September 25, 2009

I saw it coming

Let's go fox hunting
with your fingers between my fingers
picnic basket,
filled with flowers and smell of the grass and air and water and bubbles
on our way back.
But just one thing, we have to wear white,
no exceptions, we have to wear white.
Once we get to the end of the world,
we look at each other in the eyes and remember not to say anything
just clean eyes with no lies
If we can't hold back
our tears and hearts bursting out
we share the final kiss of the world.
But just one thing, swallow those three words
we can't ruin it, not at the end of the world.

When the moon comes up, we'll head back home,
when we get brave, drunk on moonlights, we would miss the ocean terribly,
holding hands, jumping into the water, would sound so lovely.
But no, we can't die, Please, darling, don't die.

Because tomorrow morning
we'll wake up like nothing happened
"I love you"
"I love you"
the moment the words leave our mouth
we'll come back to earth, with a loud thud,
but we can be happy

for a little while.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

lets not get physical

I want to grow.

I'm on a little boat in the middle of the ocean.
Rowing and rowing but the water never lets me go.
So, I tried to fall in love with the ocean.
But I could never drown myself, I could never fill my lungs and hearts and brains with salt water the whale breathed out.

So, I must keep rowing. The water never lets me go.
But it cannot stop me from rowing.
I write waves of love letters, using oars as my pen.
Hoping, they would reach the very bottom of your heart,
"I love you.

p.s. Please let me go."

I want to grow.
I want gills.
I want to breathe you in and out, you circulating through my body.
I want to love whales and corals, and speak their language, only to be closer to you.
No more love letters. I am one.
"I love you.

p.s. Please don't ever let me go."