farewell to tomorrow

I love the time in between
When we lock our eyes in a stare
And then we lock our lips in a kiss.
It's when the world stands still
And I forget to breathe
Knowing only of the warmth
Of our entangled limbs and bodies.

We chase our runaway breaths
Still in this tight embrace
For a while in a short recess.
And the world moves again
In a monotonous silence.
But I cannot say the words
I can only hold you until this ends.

I love the time in between
Tomorrow and yesterday
For after today I'll see you not again.
I'll miss the time when our embrace
Finally after ages break
For after this there'll be no more
Embraces that will be ever made.

1999.dec.9

the fourth cloud

i so wished to kiss you then,
yet i would kiss you in the way
i would the forbidden of the center of eden:
my lips would brush your cheek
and i would leave no trace
that you might not ever feel it.

and i would leave without a taste
of you in my mouth; unlike eve and adam.
and i would leave without a piece
of you in my soul, my dream-coated lips
would be unsmudged.

as you will remain at the center of this -
seemingly untouched and out of reach.
unsoiled and shiny and smiling at me,
your damp lips unkissed and
red as sin.

2004.nov.5

trance

Shall I gaze with you at far skies of rainbow stripes,
As we lie upon a barren earth for stardrops thirsting;
For I shall want to share these rare moments with you,
Before the dark night reclaims our unresisting bodies.

Shield my eyes from the invading rays of a young dawn,
As I shall want nothing but a clear horizon unglaring;
I move my hand over your waiting palm in my blindness,
Before time wraps its cloak of eternal night about us.

Whisper to you my farewells and let it flow so silent,
As your palm closed around mine in a touch comforting;
I have always known ours was a love surpassing nights,
And for that I smile before the dawn steals you again.

2002.aug.22

when silence was a glib sentence and the void was the high numeral, i started wanting you

come and break me again
like for stoic sands
suffers the tide.

shatter me as a garden,
of brittle soil and forgotten
from godly minds.

spare me but a sentence
in nagging silence,
to my exile.

is it not my night yet,
my lady death,
to earn a smile?

how much distance
this courtship, by chance,
has to go?

2006.nov.24

pinnochio, unborn

Mother, thy womb is wooden.
In the nine months I have been held captive
in this minimally lighted world I have carved
The things I thought I heard you think:

A bird's beak, a melted candle, a tear-stained cloth,
an angel's feather, a banshee's scream, a thunder,
a distant family of mountains, and a passerby's tattoo.

Do not mind the morning pains.
It is perhaps merely my chisel-fingers
recording an unseen world according
to thy thoughts--- and my, the light is flooding
my fortress, it must be
time to meet you.
Motherrrr.

2006.jun.08

tweety

tweety bird, long been flying
little canary tired and sleepy
eyelids and wings feel as heavy
as white snow in a winter's rain.

tweety bird, come down descending
the ground offers a resting place
shelter is far and the day is late
in dreams there may be a ride home.

tweety bird, in silence sleeping
dreaming of granny's soothing ways
and the good canary food lays
waiting for tweety's little bites.

tweety bird, in the night snoring
not alone in the grip of hunger
cannot see much in this nowhere
much less sylvester's silver paws.

tweety bird, in death cries crying
but in nowhere, nobody hears you
in the here, cartoons don't rule
no young to make GP of this for.

tweety bird, violently shaking
yellow feathers in canary blood
and all canary bones shatter loud
tomorrow, tweety bird is catsh**.

2000.dec.14

i journey across your spell

i journey across your spell,
alongside your other lovers,
on a train out of your mind,
on railroads stabbing into
your entire existence:
forgotten sins, forgiven dreams,
favored memories out of previous lives,
your next reincarnations.

the train seats offer comfort,
because you are kind;
the train runs unimpeded
for your mind knows no limit;
we slash through random routes,
because of your indecisiveness;
and we don't stop, because
among these many dreams and loves
and threads woven and threads cut
and cut threads re-woven,
i love you and your other lovers love you
but my love and your other lovers' love
stand--

("passengers," you whispered,
through the train's gentle hum,
a trace of apology.)

--so i love you and your other passengers love you
but this passenger's love and your other passenger's love
stand, unrequited.

2007.oct.17