Life

Your lover — an eyesore?

Sitting diagonally across me is a couple in their late fifties, I guess. What I witnessed earlier left quite an impression on me. The grouchy-looking woman, presumably the wife, unleashed some unkind words at him, her husband, to the extent he appeared stupid; all because he’d asked her what she’d like to eat. He simply smiled and hurried off to get her food. To me, it was a major disrespect and disregard for who he is to her. Do people become an eyesore when they grow old? Does love fade for each other when one grows old?

© Derrick Lim

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Life

Respite

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a bumboat
trailing its wake 
rippling water waves
arcing as it sets sail
from its littoral
three in suceedent sailing
panoramic
from the bay windows
of a hotel room
of twelve storey high
respiting the soul
reposing the mind
gazing cater-cornered
the engilding glowing rays
reflected against its backdrop
its undulating blue sea
What a sight to behold!
though ephemeral
yet when my dulcinea
my shoulder her hand rested
an aha moment realised
of love eternal attested

© Derrick Lim

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My Beloved

Pining
poignant longing
for the kisses
of my beloved 
for her embrace
in no visible trace

Her breath so sweet
like mints running
through one’s tongue
in soft delicate
twists and turns
embracing mine
in rhythmic flow
of fluid salivating
in honeysuckle sweet
where lips locked
tongues weaved in
and out
between passionate
gasps of breath

When eyes open
my beloved
whose breath I long for
is but gone
back to the still air
I linger in forlorn
her presence
her embrace
her breath
her kisses
no longer found
yet she seems alive
like memory brought to life

Sitting on the edge
of the bed once shared
reliving my memory
of my beloved
as if yesterday’s passion
never seemed to fleet
where my heart still pitapats
as my eyes close
in reminiscences
once again

© Derrick Lim

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