Sparks ignite a small, warm flame inside
of this pulsing heart. Throb, dub
Thump, throb, dub
Sweet whispers, soft and silvery
on the ear, soothing like a serenade by a string symphony
in sunset settings
What time are you coming round?
Arms in a tight embrace, it feels
like magic, it’s a perfect
now, right here, right
Crack, crack, crack,
chocolate cocoa bars
cracked to bite size
Crunch, crunch, crunch,
crunchy caramel cookies
crushed to itty-bitty
Wash it, weigh it, whisk it,
Stir it, sift it, simmer it,
Melt it, mix it, margarine it,
Beat it, knead it, grease it,
Roll it, fold it, mould it,
Ice it, dice it, spice it up,
Set it in the oven
watch it bubble, sizzle,
hear it whistle
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
The evening had been well spent with friends; a belly-filling meal of hotpot in the heartwarming company of bosom buddies, with mind-opening conversations spread over and across the table.
If only this feeling of happiness could last forever; no one at that lively table would have wanted that evening to end. But as the last drop of broth evaporated away and all plates were clear of food, the evening of one girl at the table had come to an end.
“Let’s go for a drink!” one suggested.
Five minutes later, they were all at the entrance of the underground train station, bidding goodbye to that one girl. She inserted a 2 dollar note into the ticketing machine and it spat a home-bound train ticket at her. She boarded the next earliest train that would take her home, before the office buildings blended into the dark sky, leaving their brightly lighted company logos floating in midair.
Her friends were going to have a good time, but she saw the digital display of the clock on her phone and it told her harshly that it was time – time for home. She didn’t want to be back too late, for she did not want to incur her mother’s displeasure, so she went home alone and found comfort in a book that was her only company for the next half of the evening.
A soft knock. My silence meant consent, and a click ensued as the handle of my door turned. I was lying prone, on my bed, having just had a filling meal. Just as a tall figure stepped into my room, I breathed a couple of times into my palm, just trying to ensure that my breath did not smell like lunch. I know who he is, his presence familiar although we only started talking about three weeks ago.
“Hello,” he said in his usual soothing and deep voice, a gentle and sincere smile pushing his cheeks further apart from each other. He sat himself on the chair facing me, his movements slow, gentle, and calm. The room was filled with a reassuring aura.
Without asking, he began talking about his past, about how he used to be so different, about how he desired for a change for the better, about how he is finding his place in a life he decided to start anew.
His recounts were interesting, his face changing in the most subtle way as he reflected. A knitted brow when he experiences frustration in his memories, a twitch around the corner of his mouth when he recalls a comical moment, a shift in his eyes as he remembers an upsetting instant.
Seeing these subtle changes in his expression was as entertaining to me as a lighthearted television comedy, the kind you watch after a full meal, the kind that puts you to sleep in a fleeting and impractical dream, the kind that you wake up from feeling surprised that sleep had occurred.
A veil of darkness covered us all around. Just an inch from each other, we sat breathing in and out, then in, and out. A silent breathing. The world was quiet, and there were only the two of us. So close, yet not touching, but I didn’t need your touch to feel such intimacy. I could almost hear your thoughts already.
Then, your lighter clicked. For a second, your face glowed a bright and warm mix of peace, serenity and tranquility. The contours of your face not sharp and edged but delicate and yielding. Soft light on your skin, all I saw was love gleaming from your vulnerable heart, even though your gaze was averted. The light went out.
And we sat in veiled darkness again.
Leaves the shade of jade
morphed into ochre to fall.
Your love for me fades
The ebb and flow
And breakers crash
It steals not one but many grains
And sand and shale and soul alike
The waves they rob a part of me