THE TANGENT POINT
When you climb up as high
as you can, you can touch all
her curves wherever they are,
and feel love as it’s meant to be.
Linger at her roots and you will
know the truth of whether your
flower can only speak the truth.
Taste the apple of your eye and
you will be the first to know if her
sweetness is as genuine as honey.
There are no words that can be
believed as well as your body that
speaks with the unsayable words
of the ecstasy and agony of passion.
AFTER YOU LEFT
When did I miss you?
Let me count the ways:
Only 24 hours of every day
and night—especially the night,
when only your ghost appears
in my empty room under the shadows
of the moon to watch me massage
your back until you fall asleep.
Your departure feels like I might
as well had my right arm torn off
at the Yalu River in our hasty retreat.
Now only the vibrating hum of my
phantom limb keeps me company.
Drenched in tears, I struggle to sleep
as I sing the best hymns to the Blues.
SENSING MY WAY HOME
Life without you is no life at all,
just another boring movie
without you as the star.
All I can do to save myself
is to get on the path
of sensory awareness
and approach everything
as if it was new.
I’ll allow each breath
to come at its own volition
and react to every experience
as it is and not as it should be.
I will let go of passing thoughts
and strive to be present,
allowing me to be curious
about what happens next,
offering me the possibility
of discovering an untouched
breath of creative inspiration.