Love in the Making
by Betty Blue
The drip of champagne
flaming
with chilli sensation
exclamation marked the point
where my legs meets
Forever dropping into your
gentle
mouth
speaking softly
without words
of your yearning
for
my poetically dizzy
existence
Is my
undiscovered
energy
flooding
beyond
the firming belief of a clothed self
of my Catholic belief
blossomed
under
Your rhythmic pianist fingers
exploring
my virginal valley
with the sound of
a magic flute
Echoing and lingering
around
the Hong Kong air
heated
by our unwedded passion
and the intimate taste
of the
sweat
sweetened
my fluids
of craving
For the new height
your male form constantly
throbbing
me on to
On the top of the Peak
the breeze of
post coiltal triste
soothes
your worries of
the unwanted journey
here in the Orient
where explanation
is expected
as a normal obligation
Stretching
onto a queen-size
bed
fulfilling
morality and legitimacy
we were brought up
to believe and retrieve
under the roof of
the guilt
of Catholicism
With memes
imposed on
your
unknown genes
originated
from
the ancient Chinese city
of Xi’an
over thousands years
transcending tens of centuries
as well as the Celtic walls
Along the Scottish coast
Now
drawn
into my half-Shanghainese
and half-northern Chinese
blood
Let me tell you
a little secret
-
my long silenced
desire
is addictive
to
your forever electric affection
without a sigh
(The end. 20th July, 1997)
The drip of champagne
flaming
with chilli sensation
exclamation marked the point
where my legs meets
Forever dropping into your
gentle
mouth
speaking softly
without words
of your yearning
for
my poetically dizzy
existence
Is my
undiscovered
energy
flooding
beyond
the firming belief of a clothed self
of my Catholic belief
blossomed
under
Your rhythmic pianist fingers
exploring
my virginal valley
with the sound of
a magic flute
Echoing and lingering
around
the Hong Kong air
heated
by our unwedded passion
and the intimate taste
of the
sweat
sweetened
my fluids
of craving
For the new height
your male form constantly
throbbing
me on to
On the top of the Peak
the breeze of
post coiltal triste
soothes
your worries of
the unwanted journey
here in the Orient
where explanation
is expected
as a normal obligation
Stretching
onto a queen-size
bed
fulfilling
morality and legitimacy
we were brought up
to believe and retrieve
under the roof of
the guilt
of Catholicism
With memes
imposed on
your
unknown genes
originated
from
the ancient Chinese city
of Xi’an
over thousands years
transcending tens of centuries
as well as the Celtic walls
Along the Scottish coast
Now
drawn
into my half-Shanghainese
and half-northern Chinese
blood
Let me tell you
a little secret
-
my long silenced
desire
is addictive
to
your forever electric affection
without a sigh
(The end. 20th July, 1997)