The way flowers
twist themselves
to face the sun;
I do the same
at the moon,
at you.

At the darkest hour,
my despair has grown
around this fortress:
an indivisible field
of sunflowers.

What does it take to live
in this patch of grace?
To become the dewdrop
freed from quenched lips;
to become the day
that waters an endless
garden of galaxies,

that sprout generously
and rot willfully
inside every cell;

to live in a body
called a nebula
and a graveyard,
knowing in the end
I will inevitably
become soil,

to belong to you
and to the world,
and learn
how to breathe again.

But this fortress
I built around my heart
is the reason
I can’t feel the sun.

soft breath on my skin with little kisses
follows the path of my veins and meets the crossroad
to stop at my heart, fluttering fiery and fast

blood, hot and thick, drips down the petals

her smile makes me skip a beat
but what is another heartbeat with you?
—to rest in your hands forever

an eye among the leaves, shimmering among sunbeams

to look in your soul is to fall for eternity
but what is an eternity with you?
—to find warm love in your gaze

night’s veil falls and the flower drowns

winter’s chill finds its way between our embrace
wills to cool our hearts, to put out our flame
or to spark it all the more?

fire consumes me, for my body to meet the earth’s depths
and i burn, i burn…
you kiss my scarred hands
tender, slow, healing

the blossom opens, water droplets singing

she is like a waterfall—so deadly yet so beautiful
cools in parching heat yet takes away your last breath
peaceful yet chaos rides its stream
no man’s place to tame

with her hand she cools me, washes off the pain
her soft lips meet mine to forget life
her voice to cure worries of mind
her smell to be at blissful peace
her raven hair and eyes of wood
with every mark on her body
skin against skin
sunshine glows inside my rib cage

the dark side of the moon met sunlight
and never turned away
for to be sun-kissed
is to be a lost lotus
rising from dark waters at sun’s first touch

lillies.
they're pretty.

i see them
on my morning walks --
they adorn the footpath.

im about to buy some
in a boquet,
tied in with some tulips
and leaves as spacers.

they're for my new partner.

but whenever i see
these lillies,
i can only
think
of
you.

maybe because your essence
was just like the lily's --
you were elegant,
compassionate,
and you loved everyone
with the biggest
heart and smiles.

i know its wrong,
to still think of you.

but these lillies --
they're everywhere i go.
i wouldn't take it as a sign
but i know it means
something.

i shouldn't be buying these
for my new partner,
she isn't elegant
like you,
or have a big smile
like you did,
so why do i buy them?
or walk the same footpath
every morning
just
to
see
them?

i don't know.

The roses never asked,
Why you didn’t return home.
It just bloomed and died.

i dont always feel
like im growing,
like im changing --
but even flowers
take their time
to bloom
and to change.

Flowers of all kinds,
I saw hyacinth, lilies, and roses alike,
Bought and sold near the riverside

Some in faith; others in love,
In the same faith; thrown away;
Castrated in city haul

Plastic flowers were sold near the florist shop
I saw the fresh flowers get withered
Never ending but fake,
I saw beauty being littered

Wandering this busy city
Near the station, as I stand—
I saw a little child laugh,
With nothing but a paper rose in hand.