• July 23, 2015

Silk

There are moments that feel like a snake. They move in slow motion and their movements are a gliding continuum. You trace your fingers along my back and say it feels like silk. When we wrestle under the covers and I bite your neck, we couldn’t catch our breaths but you didn’t want me to […]

• June 30, 2015

The Base of Two

When the contours of our last rapid movement settled into my subconscious, I suddenly realised I have been lying to myself all this while. I tried to trace back my steps, like what we learned in school whenever something is lost, but I never found that last piece of puzzle. I still do not understand […]

• May 24, 2015

Tango

In between pauses of suffocation, there are stolen little glints of ecstasy. There is nothing symbolic about my wanting you to be inside. Really, nothing. I categorically put on various masks of defiance, the occasional frown is perhaps the only one you noticed. But there is so much more than that. On the brim of […]

• April 20, 2015

The Cosmic Comic

It all started as a joke, I think. Some cosmic effects from three billion years ago when a butterfly fluttered her wings. Fourteen billion years of stagnancy and then bang. It’s poetic in a sadistic way how the random act of expansion brought me here today. The puppet master of this act is undoubtedly kooky. […]