Let us write a poem
on torn leaflets with fragmented quills.

Let us spit the inks of affection
on blank pages and cracked walls.

Let us write about the moonless night,
and the bygones moon-light melodies
sang by two black birds sitting on a wall.

Let us shake heads to the echoes
of our breathings that danced coherently
in the air with the flickers of fireflies.

Let us write about the summer wind,
the whispers and clasp of our pyjamas
that cuddled the breeze on our corridor's rail.

Let's write about the distant muffles
of trains on a subway at black nights
and the heavy knocks of our feet
singing back home along the silent streets.

Let us write about the red smooches
the plural pantings and laced sweats.

Let's write about the Moan-ning
that faded away like morning mist
before the erection of daybreak sun.

Let's write about the humming
we hummed from COAST to COAST
that shows WE ARE ALIVE
to see the GREEN GRASSES of OVERSEAS.

Tonight, let us write a poem
about the love kite we set loose,
how we watched it soared in the grey sky
with folded arms and a tinted smiles.