“You know an author is good, when they can afford you inspiration on all levels.”
– Wuji on the work of, the illustrious, EJ Koh
That You Belong to Poetry
I want to map nudity as a concept
To dare to be vulnerable
To fumble telepathically
Against each other
Not forced but slow
Warm like uncovering morsels
Of electricity and find the right skin
The soul’s skin is kissable
Enormously divine and watery
For this is our play and our poetry
In bodies and minds like blankets
I search for her warmth in her pain
The taunt Asian skin that ages so slowly
I want to slip beneath her lines
Go where I’m not strictly allowed
Since my finger search would
Lead me only to a kind of shelter
Where my hand is caught in an ocean
Where as wild beats we’d play hide and seek
Until the ends of time in new bodies
Then, I will, I promise I will transform
Every part of you into poetry
And you will die to your solitude without hesitation
Knowing on gut instinct the variety
Of pleasure I will be able to afford you
And before I hunt for you I will wait
For the briefest of time, for the
World to stop, so that our shared aroma
Might hang in the air for the cosmos to witness
Before the love-chase finds me
Studying you like a chimera
Or a golden suitcase that floats
From city to city, novel to novel.