Lynne

Lynne Jun 2017

in the darkest corner
of the darkest room
i sat in stillness
blending thoughts
of an aching memory
of your fine hair
and jasmine flowers
curled into your cupid's bow.
highlighting the small lip
and overpowering
and overshadowing
everyone with your glorious
light.
but now, you've become a faint mark
like watercolor, which has truly
begun to run.
the stark lines of your jawline
have become softer, and easier
to mold and meld into something new.
the sharp coldness of your blue gaze
has become more subdued
because you are so far from me
in body and in mind.
your happiness is something i desire
and yet, something i cannot bare to see.
for even in my stillness
your image moves me and pushes me
towards the edge of my capability.
but i love you so.
and i do believe i always will.
to the end of my time on this earth
that golden band,
which i wished and still wish to bestow
will never fade like those running colors
of our glorious and torturous memories.

Lynne Jun 2017

flicker

i stand in the center of myeongdong
light, bright
neons with flashing
chatter
korean faces surround me
occasional others
singular and different
i stand out
but i fear not.

i have a tea in my hand
egg bun in the other
feeling like i'm in a movie
and i am surrounded by people
who i've just met
and yet, who i know i will love.

and as the lights flicker
around and above me
i look at my hand,
empty now without the egg bun
(clearly it's been shoved in my mouth)
and i realize there is still marker
from work, dots and lines
of black and red
from teaching children

and happiness floods
my small world.
i don't know who i am
but i like it.

Lynne Jun 2017

habit

smoking cigarettes
kissing hands
drinking *****
caressing curves
getting high
opening your thighs

drinking, smoking, *******
crude
and not true

indulging, socializing, making love
beautiful
and honest

your mouth is delicate
and delectable
to taste you again
ah, what bliss

and that flower that opens under
the tent of white sheets
sweetly calling me in my dreams
it cannot help itself
but to call out to be touched once more

and that glass of wine,
the way it hits your lips is divine
red, coloring your mouth
flushed in your cheeks
just like when I place my mouth
upon your body
teasing that thing which cannot be said
but merely alluded to.

we paint with our bodies
high on the ecstasy of ***
and marijuana
and of wine
and of love
and of lust
and that habitual and animalistic
passion
that runs through our veins
connected
red
red
red
red

you
my habit that i cannot kick
the addiction that sits on my hip
my muse
my light
my goddess of sun

Lynne Jun 2017

share the sky

two suns and one moon
happy and blissful
ignoring the tragedy of life
of the world
high above, and perfect.
the moon
sighs deeply, across the ocean --
no longer with a jealous breath
but simply because she knows
and accepts
her fate
to never share the sky
with the one she loves

Lynne Jun 2017

i feel

disturbed.
i feel broken
my spirit on the edge
of that rocky cliff
looking down into
what is seemingly
the end.
and yet
when i jump
i forget i have wings
and from the depth
i soar.

Lynne Jun 2017

nightmare

Night terrors
I experienced for the first time
something
sitting on my chest
I'm unable to breathe as a figure
changes from beautiful
to horrid monster
I run through an empty house
no furniture
just walls and carpet
dark and it is nightfall
I can't run fast
and I feel something following me
creeping slowly towards me
I run to my room,
safety with one lamp
and a bed
but I am not alone
I lay next to someone
and try to wake them
but they are not real
and they too
turn to a ghastly figure
of frightening face
and black aura.
I am trapped in a place
I cannot escape.
I finally free myself from my sleep
and find I wasn't breathing
it is morning.
I am alive and in my room
I am not in Texas
but I am free.
Why was I so terrified
and why
when I drifted back to sleep
did I still sit in this tormented
demented
dark
memory?
It is the first nightmare
I have had in a long time
and I know why.

Lynne May 2017

Places

You are like the Texas Sunset
golden
with the glow of summer
kissing your cheeks
and the multicolored expanse
streaked with azure and indigo
reflecting in your wide eyes.

You are like the Florida morning
after a nightly rainstorm
tangerine clouds wafting
through the sky
and your touch, as soft as the dew
that sticks to the magnolia leaves
jasmine flooding my senses
you're skin sweet as that pure flower

You are like Vancouver's summers
Mild and cool with expansive arms
stretched out to hug the coast
mountainous in your love
wrapping around the city, the people,
Me.

You are like Czech Republic's churches
Artful
stained glass, fragmented emotions
echoing, haunting melodies
of times passed and times to come
never empty but always
open and inviting.

You are like South Africa's oceans
aquamarine, calm
as I stare over the cliff
I see your eyes in the waves below me
ever changing but still
the same ecosystem, swimming below
the sea spray, salt on my lips
for you to taste

You are like Ireland's rolling hills
I thought of you
and I rolling down them
hands clasped, a cladagh ring falling from
my pocket, to give you on your hand
emerald is that memory
of the dream that I wished to have.

You, my darling, are like South Korea's beauty
natural and also built
you wake up and walk out and just be
nothing is needed
And the temple steps I walk to
up and up to reach the shrine
I pray for our embrace again
tears mirroring the small fountains
meant for cleansing and refreshment
Your presence as full as my heart
as I bow to the Buddha
your mantra of love, singing in my ear.

In all the places I've been
so I have found you.