Peanut Butter & Lavender Haze

I’m on my way to meet you at Da'an Park

where we once relished in daydreams

embodying limbless sea creatures

submerged into tranquility

You havent seen or heard from me in months

deafening absence absorbed in riptides

I could hear a hairpin drop

before slowly expiring into depths of desperation

The uber reeks of peanut butter

I remember months ticking by

the only thing I could stomach

peanut butter sandwiches from 7/11

Back when you and I fit perfectly into an us

utterly distraught

lost, transforming into bones

sucking hopelessly on lavender haze

I found a new narcotic to smother my muse

I’ve gained back the weight

and the ability to mute your postulation

even if it merely survives

a second.

Pollination of Divergent Pistils

intoxicated by a woman

seeds sowing with desire

a delicate floret

thirsting inside her

Begonia-infused ringlets

fiercely dendritic framework

a chocolate-sunflower gape

ecstasy absconding from her thighs

aromas of hungry aspirations

gorgeous garlands inviting arousal

cockscomb maturing fondness

breaching from her breasts

coy sincerity dripping nectar

my ivy yearning to satisfy her

be devoured by her

inosculation of the purest impulse

If perhaps her curiosity is obscured

honeysuckles often refrain from requesting permission

I Found Love

"I found God

I found him in a lover

When his hair falls in his face

And his hands so cold they shake”

I found you

amongst stranger things

in my closet,

your scent on my jacket

deeply hidden in letters,

years of arguing

disturbing dreams

awakened by my own screams

out on the street,

on the MRT,

the park we used to meet

on someone’s social media feed

in faces of strangers

reflexions of narcissistic hues

chattering

noise

fraudulent polaroids and photographs

reminding me who you are

and who I used to be

“I found the Devil

I found him in a lover

And his lips like tangerine

In his color coded speak”

Love is for the weak

I am weak