"bromo" poems
Those greens come across my mind each time i think of you.
A humble cup of javanese tea...
Your face echoes in my heart with every sip i have. Your perfect silhouette when you were walking through the mist and then i found you there.
Your mystical dances and songs that bewitched my body and soul.
Let me have one more sip in your honour, Queen of Java.
One more sip to picture you perfectly in my mind,
To taste you in my soul eternally.
Before Gods who dwell on Mount Bromo
Before the rivers that flow into the ocean.
I give you my pledge.
Let me drink more of it...
Let me feel more of you...
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 5:32 PM UTC
Another Tinder match
supposed we hike to bromo mountain
If not to suffer me
neighbor country guy
Where jaded is the least people be
lives in a bunkbed dorm room
For months and months
Certified to put judgement
on strangers
He studies everyone
But locals
Talks in languages
but local's
He's interested in story of stragers
But not my story
Too local maybe
One lunch in a local's
I lend him lunch money
He never thinks he owes me
A thing
He sits there on the corner
Reading people's story
Those whose land made
By foreign spices, coal, and sweats
Like me
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
I was Wooing My Honey,
on a dark lonely Night.
The Stars were missing
and the Moon was nowhere in Sight.
We were sailing in Italy,
on the Waters of Lake Como.
Reminding ourselves,
of Our Nightmare near Mount Bromo.
The Waves were Flirting
and Romancing the Shore.
Her Kisses started pouring
and we're sweeter than Before.
As Our bodies went Sailing,
from one position to Another.
The Rain came Tumbling,
changing the ****** Weather.
As Our Romance reached,
it's Mountain Peak.
Our Bodies were Locked,
putting an end to The Week.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC