I can still feel your hair as I make a fist.

She moved like I once did,

He pleased her insides as you’ve done

so many times before…

She said his name and I repeated yours,

I repeated it until I came and burst

Into sweat, tears, and ..

It all poured out;

Seven months worth of frustration.


We’re sitting on the ground; he’s leaning on the tree, and I’m leaning on him.

I made sure I got a lot of cushions; one behind his back in case the tree is rough and the rest just scattered around us.  

We’ve set up a projector just a couple of meters away.

He says we could watch whatever I like. I say then I’d watch you. 

He smiles softly and asks again. So, I choose an anime he’s watching that I haven’t yet started. 

Sitting between his legs, his arms hugging me close, my hands interlocked with his, his fingers gently stroking mine. 

We did not need to bring any flashlights; the stars are shining above us.

The sky is a witness for a compassion two beings have willingly shared. 

The wind exists in transparent waves, blowing my hair that is brushed across his face. 

He giggles, pushing away my hair to one side, as he sinks his face into my neck.

He holds me tighter; my back is pressed against his torso, so warm and comforting.

I can feel his breaths; his facial hair like feathers teasing my collar. 

A prey of a vampire who I have chosen on my own. 

I call his name. He interrupts with that one word that can clench the muscle in my chest and electrify my senses, sending a shock of haziness to my brain. 

He smirks, knowing the effect of his bewitchment, but still, he says it again – this time, closer to my ear. 

My eyes shot open. 

Life is being nourished by his proximity. 

Attention diverted from the perfect date to focus on our existence as one entity. 

Where time’s only definition is merely…our existence.

Leo and his Tsubusa

I have always had an eye for Lions. Always seen myself resemble a Lion, with all it’s mighty and glory. And for my love for dragons, I saw it was fit for my fantasy of my Lion-self to tame a dragon. When I roamed the Earth to protect it from evil, my Dragon could be my wings or my “tsubusa” to protect the sky from any harm. The following piece describes one of my imaginary scenes.

Whenever it’s time for sunset, the Leo of this world would be flown into the sky by his magnificent Tsubusa.
As the Dragon spreads his flames to color the blue skies orange and red, the mighty Lion roars to warn its fellow ones that it is time for darkness to fold..

Awake or Asleep..

I lay back, close my eyes, and float in the rhythm of my dreams..
And when once my dreams were an escape from reality..
Reality has come to haunt me to my bed,
As it has graved itself at the core of my subconscious.
Now I cannot tell between being awake or asleep..
The pain feels the same in both worlds..
The guilt tastes sour, choking me.
There is no relief, but heightened stress..
Drowning by my own misery, my own history.
Is there a writer out there..
Who could rewrite my yesterdays
And glamour them with sugar-coated lies?
Maybe I could be manipulated that all these dreams and reality
Are the stories of a character in a book..
A sad old dusty book.
That has nothing to do with me.
That I’m just a reader of my story.