Crammed house

It’s a bitty place where I live
though, little do I mind
always try to make ends meet
spending time for space to find

home already packed and crammed
drawers, closets, singles’ couch
hiding, piling pending hopes
casting out the clouds of doubt

I hang my clothing on the wall
panties, socks under the mattress
I sleep outside from Spring to Fall
acting as if nothing matters

the other day I couldn’t help
but have a dream one more time
a reverie before my step
that sounded Bach and smelled like lime

indulged myself on the door-way mat
to spend the night without a blanket
the new-born keeping safe and warm
at the inner pocket of my jacket.

If only...

The only thing I wanna say
is I love you
my eyes to tell the rest
my hands to describe it
my lips to conduct it

my phobic heart to rest on your belly
and watch you looking at me

to embrace in infant pose
and make each-other ours

to turn your head
and bite my ear

your hair to smell like Spring
your juices to taste like wine

to cry in mellow tears.

Angel

When angels hurt day or night
a scar is drawn on the moonlight

a crack that leads into my heart
a vespered grief about to start

a spreading wrinkle around the world
for hope to seize and plans to hold

when angels cry beneath the sky
no body dares to ask them why

except for me who knows you’re there
and I am stuck upon the earth

to count the days of missing you
the sharpest blade to push right through

when angels sleep after the rain
I close my eyes to dream in vain

your golden hair your cherry lips
your smile that alive me keeps

into the picture we took together
and pledged our love will live forever.