Making of Love

I brush my teeth and use a mouthwash
I speak of love in minty breaths
I tempt those tingly countless kisses
I'm getting ready for action.

The No.1 bra and underwear
A trace of makeup to boost my confidence
sniff my body, BO checked!
Spread a lotion for silky touch
Make my lips sweet and glossy

Dim the light
Turn on my side
Take 1 and Action

Nmm for appreciation
Ah for invitation
Oh for sensation
Yeah for exaltation!

Clenching eyes
Biting lips
Reddening cheeks
Roar! Lose control.

Pump pump
Bloom a balloon
Push push
Bear a fruit
Pop pop
Beat the drum
Pang pang
Break it down.

Turn it down
Lie flat on my back.
Breathe in and out.
in and out.
In and...

out of the trance
I turn on my side
Putting his arm under my head
I shield my body with his skin
I feel warm and become drowsy

my eyes give in and I start drifting
to his heartbeat slowing
down deeper and deeper to the dreamland
until a shaft of light breaks the night

Confetti

The party is now a history.
And he is no longer here with me.
Yet you tagged along by stealth.

Like jack-in-the-box, pop, you showed up.


When I woke up, on his side of the bed,
I saw something flickering,

a souvenir from the dreamland I was in.




One morning I was sorting out my bag.
In the dark, there was something twinkling.
I picked it up and cradled in my hand.


I was about to leave, putting on my coat.
I put my hand in the pocket.
Poke. Something pointy prodded me
and I pulled out a shiny sleek flake.
You cheeky piece of paper! 




At the door, I picked up a shoe to wear.
A tiny squatter there to glare.
I picked it up and gazed at the wonder in my hand.


My Tinker bell, I won’t scold you
for
 bringing back the memories.

Under your fairy dust, 

we were children in the snow.
How we spread our arms and spun around.
How we laughed and blew all the worries away
even though we knew we were leaving the Neverland.



My leprechaun, Peekaboo.