Seduction

Occasionally
I wince.

When
hands of
Ms Hurt
and
Ms Contempt
from the county of 
Past
creep up

Past

my bulging aorta
my lubricated esophagus
my pulsing temporal lobe

Their fingers
slide
along
my neckline
then
pause
to circle that spot
where heartbeats
are visible

Through
corner of my eye
I see nails-
lavender,
maroon,
seductive and smooth

Five on one
Twenty on four
hands wrap
around my core

Lustful
as I am
today I step away
from this embrace

Because
I prefer
holding hands with
Ms Vitality

and

Ms Tenactiy
from the city of
Present and Future

Because
they will
take me
to euphoria,
tomorrow.

Apology

Apology

is not the appropriate attire
in situation
sticky rice and mochi

Statements
honestly accessorized
misunderstood
by those
unable to pick out relevant outfits
for appropriate parties

There is one
thin
line between
nonchalance
pretense
jeans
dress pants

Needles and pines rolled off of my tongue yesterday
In absence of carelessness

Do you believe me?

Rather
renovation
in a most recent decision
to attempt
balanced dependency.

Love-
reciprocal, complementary
bling and shiny on both ears

You are
diamond ring in rubble
I know this- because
I see
strength and beauty
behind your eyes

Yet, as much as I want to hold and polish
I am unable
in my current garb and hairstyle

I keep promises.

I will stay
to
suggest additions for your wardrobe

But nothing more; I cannot
be one who
picks out a best suit on your wedding day

Not now

Because
I have got to figure out
what
love
is

On a day like this

On a day like this
when
mother leaves
classmates graduate
cigarettes run out

I head out
get another pack
and puff

Smoke rises
wispy, pale against drizzly gray
and street
brick, cement, steel
maroon, beige, aquamarine

I feel low, I think

But how does one notice
if this mood is different at all
from the usual

One more puff
because
impressions are
hazy
from an already eventful morning

Thank god
for coffee shops
I enjoy
a caffeinated imagination
and smells of
wood
local or imported beans
hopefully
marked
with fair-trade stickers

All this
mumbling-
there is a point:

Gone through hell
still, I

smoke
corner coffee shop

Pen
down rhymes

as if
there is no tomorrow

I like to dance.


I don’t ballroom
I am no star
No champion
I drive a decent car

What I do
not everyone does
From missteps and off-beats
I try to learn

I am not
without blemish
Though while I sin
I dance a hot relish

I am narcissistic
I am ego-centric
I am self-absorbed
who isn’t

I want to bachata
I want to salsa
At some point
Cha-cha-cha

Turn up the tune
hand on waist
lean on shoulder
enjoy this stage

Say everything
say nothing
dance with me
be with me

Dusky,
a moonlit night.
In the morning
we still twinkle in delight.

Lone

Freedom
within a four-walled room
windows
shine light through and sway with trees
by my bed
Each morning and breath
inches down my core
lifts the vessel of my spirit
off of ground-level
Birds in flight
breeze in air
music to my ears and heart
Never knew what contentment was
until i get out of bed
walk into
silence and stillness-
The only other beings
in this
apartment.

Virgin Marine

I crave
yearn for
what everyone else wants,
needs

Fingers, embrace,
tongue, caress,
eyes, kiss…

We use the same word
but don’t mean the same thing

Romance, a coral reef
different in color, texture, shape and direction
catered to each coral’s own
timing and duration

Defense as necessity
ego-centric, survival of the fittest
among all kinds of sea critters
Making friends with crabs, sea cucumbers, and fish
shunning stingrays and humans

Never know who they are
who I am
until a little too late
after misjudgment and mistakes

But tides rise and fall
then rise again, washing treasures ashore
to surprise
goggled eyes
and sweeten
a sea-salted palate-
numb to new tastes already I thought

Feelings linger
but I know the ocean is big
creatures of all shades, sizes, orientation, and habitat
swim and float with current

If moon’s gravity brings together our tidal flows-
so be it

Until then
I’d like to first discover every coral reef
that washes herself to me
in this Pacific
a modern aquarium
a new bed for
me, the virgin marine