vi.

my catharsis, my beacon in the dark
when i walk with you
all my worries
are meaningless

no longer lost
no more aimless wandering
i know what i want to reach,
i'm very sure of what i'd like to keep

you
felt so much like home, maybe you will
always be the home where i
can feel ugly, yet have never felt so safe

v.

what i feel about you is
not divine; no more
than heat, sparks, or
skin to skin contact.

what i feel about you is
pink, is flesh, is the blood rush --
just
some girl stuffs.

iv.

i've seen the sky & it isn't blue
i've touched the sun & it doesn't burn
i've tried to taste the space, all those planets and stars
but the night falls upon your lap
asleep to your thighs that are lullabies

iii.

it doesn't matter
how i wear my body
anymore.
if i can't give you
a pleasant sight,
i can also eat
your eyes out for you.

ii.

smooth thing, you have thighs
seem sweet and chewy, no bake.
please sit on my face.

i.

you wore a summer high school shirt,
with your arm poured at my skin like milk;
back then cereals were all i could long for.

i hoped for some electricity,
but the night was too strong to be lit;
mildly frustrated light turned into heat.

darkness had become a nice home,
where all the weirdness collided
like cotton candy and a starstruck heart.

you spoke, as the sky fell,
with your lips swollen like honey;
that was the time i found moonlight.