late noon we tend to our feelings in the zen garden
Tag: Singapore
word after word layer upon layer of substance to flesh out this scene between stage and script
the rain has stopped and the flesh is woke with designs of defiance
softly suggest the notion of freedom to caged flesh
dark bodies in metamorphosis between the rain and warmth
silent screams of a scarecrow flailing its ragged limbs in the rice fields
feet follow the trail of grey clouds leading to the storm-kissed coastline
soft blow savor the last of summer winds before the monsoon
to be carved out by the darkness and still be whole the moon’s sacrifice
i dare not speak the words for the watchful eye in the night sky
