one - Notes of Amber
lines and scribbles of my heart
suddenly make sense.
they’re notes, and i read them.
What does it mean to live a life
and dream of These Quiet Nights
side by side?
to find someone of your voice even once?
your music taste same as mine.
not just what i enjoy, for i enjoy a lot.
not just what i would dance to in passing,
for i dance a lot.
a melodious coffee cake not too sweet,
with aftertaste amiss
if we’re lucky, under certain light we might even see
your iris swirls of collapsed star a nebulous silence hungry and shouting
In the pause before you respond to a question i ask
(questions often unrelated
to anything or anyone at hand)
i smile. i know in a just few ticks of time,
i’ll feel full body with just your voice
with echo that lasts until sunrise
with notes of forever
or at least Tuesday
for who needs Wednesday
when we have right now?
two - Monday
on monday
i fell in love with the color green
the way the leaf half-covers the sky
the way my toe sinks in bed
three - Rivers
sometimes i dont like kissing you
it traps our endless rivers
irreverent clouds
between two liquid lips
four - Insomnia
all i do is sleep later and later
in the last 48 hours
i have been consumed with thoughts of your touch
like rust to uncoated steel
like wave to sancastle
five - Dan Bing Mornings
our city is hazy this morning
we stop by your favorite breakfast stall
a quick hug goodbye paired with a smile
“text me?” i say
and i walk an hour home.