Yuugen(幽玄) — an awareness of the universe that triggers an emotional response too deep for words.
I caught the glorying gaze of a cherry blossom tree;
Its fortune told me the future of my hearting flame.
I inhale its preening scent of beautiliciousness
And throw it to the sky,
Sky,
Sky…
I saw you. Then.
You didn’t even spare me a sympathetical glance.
Please don’t hate me now. Hate me later.
All I need is an understanding while I cry,
Cry,
Cry…
A moment in the interlude of infinity,
My thoughts flicker over to you —
I think a pixie sprite wrapped
Its spindly slender antennas around my heart.
And emitted warm pulses through my quivering veins.
A whiff of burberry once again
Uplifts my head into the air
As if it’ll snag my chin and kiss me down
To the barren strips of my soul.
My neck aches from craning at each footstep
In each desperate hour.
Perhaps another day, then,
I’ll hear your voice
Sweet as bubbling milk with honey.
You say your lines to-do,
but your eyes ask,
“Why this hicktown stranger?”
Well,
Because…
Edited because I turned it into a more authentic version of a sonnet — one that contains iambic pentameter and a volta. This was assigned to me last semester for extra credit, so I took my previous poem and tweaked it into a bona fide sonnet.
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There was a magic in the wind tonight
Toned with a majestic violin strain
As her wild heartbeats join under the rein
Of its ruler, descendant of the night.
Her footsteps so bare and so light — so light!
For dreams in which I’m once more free and fain,
I long to catch and keep you, though in vain…
Suddenly she’s out of mind, out of sight.
…And night comes anon, but please do not yet depart.
There’s a fog-screen incoming — I’m seeing
A tale of my life, and you play a part.
You embody my evening throes of art,
For who else created your nymphic being?
Pixie, you snuck your way into my heart?
The air weans in partings of a summer breeze
But nay if it hasn’t swept in a lovelorn fear, or some,
At which I gaze in disconcerted ease.
*
It’s cold here. It’s cold here. I keel, then I’m numb;
That only you’d lie your love onto me — that I’d fain
In a frenzied season’s past, a past my pain is from.
*
One flitting thought, a thousand strolls purged in vain;
‘Tis the consequence of your haunting face,
So sweet my perfume smells like pain.
*
What now? No fear, no sense, no rush, no pace,
My game carried on in unlimited breadth;
I can’t wait forever, but I can’t win time’s race.
*
And so, my eyes faded in recurring death,
I pass you my final requiem on the fog of my breath…
I got some phlegm to clear up, folks.
*****
I’d bring you flowers everyday.
Compliment you everyday.
Pay both our expenses everyday,
because I’m just that way.
Cuddle with you.
Put my head on your shoulders.
Clasp your hand to my cheek.
Stroke my fingers up your delicate throat
and around your face
and cup the nape of your neck
as I nudge your face right in front of mine,
till our noses are touching and we’re
devouring each other’s presence
in wide-eyed wonder.
And then…
my lips would slowly,
cautiously,
close onto yours and
inhale a deep breath from yours
that reaches deep into my lungs
and across my tippy-tops and toes
and quake my starving soul
like a cup of mead
spilling its wholesome glory
over you.
I also want to feel your pulse.
You know that?
And hear your heartbeat when I
lay my ear onto your chest
and hug your knee closer to mine own,
maybe caress it
because it’s spindlier than the rest.
You just have to let yourself let me.
Yeah, the comma after the end of the title isn’t a mistake.
Tried to make this one a variation of the Petrarchian sonnet.
Laced with heart’s wild and warm-blooded
Hymns of praise and pure,
Stray thoughts spurt like a fountain top,
And all its sweetly pleasures do they rain.
You’re warmer than blood,
Closer than flesh,
I wish to the Aether each day afresh
That your revelation was not in vain.
*
Every spirit of the living air,
Every mirage holds a light
To your ghostly countenance
And breathes life into me anew.
It shimmies down my veins
Into yearnful elations
As I utter you my finest proclamations:
“Can I keep you?”
Searching and
coming close to
breath-point. Then
slipping away
each time and
realizing that
it’s not you but
myself…and
the infinite
opportunities that
come my way.
Cartoonish caricatures of fishies are
floundering in my periphery
while my clone lies sprawled under
scrutinizing starlights.
She’s writhing,
pining.
O my love,
what did I just do to you
in those milliseconds, grains of
an existential high
infecting the air?
I’d nurse you
Like a mother and her squalling child.
But I’ll send another
in my midst,
nary knowing that
the one who watches over you
like God and his Book of Life
is me.
Screw me once, you laugh;
Screw me twice, I laugh and then
Slit you in my mind.
*
Love is multi-faced
But I can’t find the best words;
Everyone took them.
*
“Are you here?” I asked.
Neighbors thought I was stretching
As I reached to you.
My goodness. I remember when I stored countless haikus on my old phone.
My old phone.
I only found three on my new phone, ever since my old phone got thrown away.
One glimpse
and I want to
stroke your face
up and out,
round and about,
like the masseur at the spa.
Cup your face against my palm
and I’ll trace your veins as they
lead to your heart —
but maybe I’ll contend with
ticking you on the underarms
instead.
*
Is it wrong that I want to
entwine my body around yours
till you’re close
close
close
to my core,
to the soul hidden beneath my soul
and our pulses beat as one
and I can just maybe,
perhaps…
breathe you in?
*
Please cradle me
so I can snuggle my ear to your chest
and hear an lively ocean
surging inside,
and I’ll know you’re real
when I fall asleep
and all my realities become a dream
as your body beside me fills my lungs
with your scent.
Remember butterfly kisses? The ones where
we’re so close our eyelashes
are touching?
They’re now goldfish nips
because now I’ll cover your face
with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.
*
Maybe one night
under the covenant of
a balmy evening
I’ll introduce you to the star-struck sky
because it’s always watching.
I’ll kiss your nose
so that my blessing will extend
down to the tips of your toes.
And while your breath is still fresh on mine
I’ll trace your lips
so that with mine, I’ll imprint onto you
my fiercest declaration:
you belong to me,
and I
to you.
