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day - untitled It is upon the a far shore of this ocean that I write. And upon these shores, we both see the
sun,
Yield to the night, or herald the day.
A few hours each day, we share within the reach of its warmth. It is from the shores of this Isle, I do send this token of my love. Of patience I write, for when I will next feel the passion of your kiss After our world, passes into another night. And to savour simple pleasures, to be witness to your smile. I write of when you visit my mind, when my body rests, crossing the ocean as it were, for a brief time, we revel in days, those long passed, and others, others we have yet to live. On the latter, a day to come, I shall close. A Spring afternoon, upon the same shore we will walk on the wet sand. Our love joined, but by the hands we hold, as we teach our child to walk, on the timeless sand, where we dance.
~Iain Ross Bolton
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rainy thoughts it had been raining all day, split, splat, dancing on my windowsill, washing away traces of winters and loneliness talking to your pictures on my wall. i'm holding onto the
memories of us
together, captured on those filmsremembering the way you looked into my eyes and whispered how you loved me. i started constructing you in my mind - imagining how you will be the next time i see you from my last memory of you and all my longings during your absence - i've painted a portrait of you. in my mind, you have beautiful blonde locks flowing in the wind by the ocean; in my mind, you have incredible physique that takes my breath away; and in my mind, you are so loving and tender, i vanished inside you kisses. when you've been away from someone for so long every fiber of your being screams out his name and you build him up in your mind to be so perfect -- and wonderous at how lucky i am. you are everything i dreamed of and i shall keep building you in my mind, until we meet again, and to be reminded of how truly wonderful you are. the rain has stopped and the sun streaks across the water and the old houses once more i think i shall phone you this evening and let the sweet sound of your voice stir up the most vibrate love and desires.
~Ming Qi
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| blank space I’m thinking about you Like how my thought ran toward you a minute ago And the minute before that And the ones before that one And so on and so forth. Each individual minutes coalesced together And danced to a tune in my head Twirling too, around a lamp post on a sunny day I am thinking about you How you occupy my Muses and keep me captive As sunflowers toward Phoebus and streams toward Poseiden I am inundated with thoughts of you and I drown. ~ Ming
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| I miss you like the sun misses the flower in the depth of winter; instead of beauty it turns to the heart freezes like the frozen world that your absence has banished me to; it's strange to think that i haven't seen you in a month's time - i've seen the sun rise and the new moon, but not your beautiful face; hope guides me through the day and especially during the night that after you're gone from my sight it will not be the last time i look upon you and feel the passion of your kiss surge through my being once again ~Ming
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| fireworks darkness was pierced by bolts of color a celestial birthing on the horizon shattering the tranquility of night igniting desires from oceans apart rhythmic explosions of chemicals thrusting its power into the cradle of the sky each time more relentless than before to be embraced by the insatiable night ripping apart boundaries and reservations as atoms collide, unleashing formidable energy new dimensions of universe are born fires exploding in succession, heart pounding culminating into an orgasmic finale, a supernova of light and sound scattering fire, ashes, and pieces of me. ~Ming
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