Where.

Where
Your child-like kindness finds
The fire of many dark Irises
That eats away into my tenderness,
Corrupting the space between my heart and my soul.

Where
Your smiles send me through
Many layers of doubtful limerence,
wondering why the marriage
Of our minds are unwanted;
Left out on a leaf to dry,
While waiting for a cure to dissolve thoughts.

Where
Indigo inks travel into my speech,
Muting my senses.
Unable to decipher pain from gentle pleasures,
I watch the swollen streets,
Trying to read their glassy expressions
As they walk,
The fire in their soul flickers.

By Sandra Liao
27th August 2009