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Valentines  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
rainy thoughts

it had been raining all day,
split, splat, dancing on my windowsill,
washing away traces of winters and loneliness

i thought about you and started
talking to your pictures on my wall.  
i'm holding onto the memories of us
together, captured on those films
remembering 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

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


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

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