Ily

8 June 2011, Wednesday

I love J.
His brows, eyes.
His breath, touch.

I love J.
when he holds my hands and showed the sea urchins our love.
when he holds my hands and wave to the clown fish hiding shyly behind the corals.
when he teach me how to breathe in water.

I love J.
when he bought me and sissy gong cha.
when he hang a dream catcher on my pouch.
when he call.

I love J.
when the city lights beam across the platform
when passion of fire appears magnificantly out of the water
when he holds both of my shoulders and spin me around.

I love J.
when we take bus, when we walk.
and when we sit down.

Oh, J.
this is my love.

and more.