It was one summer morning
that I found myself
half-awake, hung-over
on the floor.
My lover have left me
half-naked, half-baked.

He took my black *****
and brewed himself a
fresh batch of Arabica;
a teaspoon of sugar,
two for cream.

He left my mug
with coffee stains
from his lips.

I licked it off.

I've always loved
hands.
I'd study it
if I could.

My favourite
would be yours.
When holding,
it wasn't too tight
or too loose.

Nor was it
too big
or too small.

Neither was it
too dry
or too sweaty.
Even though you got
worried
that it would be.

I'm a sucker
for hands.
I like yours better
than anyone else's.

-m.b

Every time I step into a café
I look around, checking if a particular someone
is already there – sitting alone, with a book, lying on the table
But she’s never there. Not yesterday. Not today.

When I see her, I just wonder
How’s she doin’ – always seems to be fine
Always carrying that beautiful smile –
That’s when I start to blunder

Because I start to think, more than I should
Thinking that she’s my soul mate, she’s my lobster
that she’s the one I must be with. And I actually believe it.
I will be with her for good.

Now she’s in front of me, I can smell her perfume
but cannot grasp her hand. She does not look –
I don’t know if she knows what I know
that one day she’ll be the bride, and I the groom

And I’m thinking – ‘this is my chance -
I’m not gonna blow it’. The words are at the tip
of my tongue but can’t be uttered. I start to
think of all the nights we’ll spend in romance

She’s gone. I don’t see her anymore
Possibly she’s dating some other guy
I tell myself, it’s gonna be fine;
it’s just a crush. She’s probably a *****.

I keep trying to get rid of these feeling
that now are no longer stranger to me
for I’ve loved a number of women – but this one
she’s different. I love her for no reason.

I realise I don’t want to move on but
be with her. Can’t give up. That is not something
a dinosaur would do. And I feel happy.
I feel complete. I feel driven, excitement in my gut.

If I do one day get her, I am sure
that I won’t let her go. But hold her
close to me, even on some breaks.
We’ll stay in a love that is pure.

Vowing that I will try and make you happy as much
as you make me, I’ll do anything for you
just to see you smile again
to which I smile again, with every touch.

Sitting alone, in a café, looking at a coffee bean
I remain wondering, if you’d get off a plane for me -
for us. If we’ll ever be.
If you’ll ever realise that you’re my Rachel Green.

if you are what you eat
then i am just
a stale slice of bread
atop of glass of water
half eaten but half alive
waiting patiently
for my turn to be consumed

if you are what you eat
then i am simply this

but sometimes i feel
as strong as the glass that holds the water

You were
every song I've kept on repeat
while on long drives

You were
the story I told when I taught
people, true love never dies

You were
the sun behind the rain cloud
outside you'd watch me dance

You were
my waking thoughts, night time
nostalgia, and happily ever after trance

You were
my favourite pair of shoes
*but one day you wouldn't fit

You became
the chair yanked beneath me
when I went to sit

When your song plays on the radio
I have to change the station

Your story's no longer about love;
but the consequence of temptation

You used to be the sun
you're not even the rain
you've become no more than
Arthritis pain

The memory, a living nightmare
your words, a sharp scream
this hurt that will forever haunt me
all started with


*A dream