we are caught
on that see saw of sorts
of days gone by
we are into a game
of pushing oneself to rise
while the other falls
.
we are balanced
in an up down motion of glee
with that spacer
that wedges in between us
gripping onto that handle
riding without equilibrium
.
yet
there is new found height
with every imprint we made on that ground
whilst the world rides in momentum
we always pick each other up
when the other tumbles..
.
.
.
don’t know when
hope it’ll be soon
when strength regained
equals smiles aplenty..
.
.
.
as long
as your breeze
continues to rustle my leaves
the sparkles will shine through
where we shade..
.
.
.
with you
I slumber
my manifold fears
.
with you
I share
my manifold dreams
.
with you
I steer
my manifold wings..
.
.
.
a first overnight
a first two nights
a first forty one
what a good massage!
.
a first naked sleep
a first time deposit
a first cuddly sleep
what a good dim sum!
.
a first mainland trip
a first time cooking
a first time cleaning
what a good commis!
.
what a good record!
.
.
.
wash your feet
before you enter
.
rest your worries
when you are in
.
feel the peace
after you leave
.
.
.
it is nice to have you
on one hand
and she on the other
.
it is nice to have her
on one hand
and me on the other
.
its nice to have you
on one hand
and me on the other
.
how I wish..
.
fiveloaf 