The Loveless Coquette

I, the loveless coquette
Loves the way you love me
Celebrated in a kiss.

I, the loveless coquette
Loves the weight of your chest
Upon mine.

I, the loveless coquette
Loves the warmth of your breath
Over my shoulders.

I, the loveless coquette
Loves the grip of your hands
Gentle to my neck.

I, the loveless coquette
Loves how you make me gasp
For another breath of air.

I, the loveless coquette
Loves how you sing to me nights
Cuddling to your tune.

I, the loveless coquette
Loves the way I love you
Though you claim it loveless.

Life: Two Faces

My birth

Determined

My love

Deceived

My hope

Jeopardized

My soul

Cursed

My religion

Hacked

My life

Pierced

My death

Ascertained.

My birth

Anticipated

My love

Embraced

My hope

Cultivated

My soul

Liberated

My religion

Endured

My life

Exalted

My death

Redeemed.

One Day

If one fine day upon the Altar
Standing nervous in a white dress
I would want nothing else in this world
But you be in a black suit to my right.

(The original draft & sketch)

Inside A Womb

Inside a womb darkness is a friend
Of day and night the difference is none
I can barely think but I can hear
Sad grieves in my seven months of stay
I sleep to the tune and live within the tune
Is this what they call a cry!
Mother who bears me sound
I am a part of you, part of your grief
Two months then I shall join your world
And then I’ll see with my senses
If your world is indeed sad.

Inside a womb your grief is a friend
Of day and night the sound is all I hear
Am I your grief? Am I your relief?
A fetus in darkness learns what is hurt
But what lies beyond, is there a counter-hurt?
Inside a womb I can barely foresee
Mother who bears me sound
I am a part of you, part of your hurt
And if your world is all that you have cried
Then why should I plunge to interrupt
And truth be seen which is indeed sad.