幻肢

這麼晚怎麼還沒睡？
你黑膠唱片播放着
我最愛的那首歌嗎？
窗外面傷心的旋律
隨屋簷敲打着節奏，
記得那天在你廚房
瓷磚上喝着酒慢舞，
屋裏忽然下起雨來，
一滴滴打在我臉上，
沾濕了我們的回憶。
園子裏的雛菊悵然
呼吸着暮春的氣息。
花開花凋謝這詩詞，
是誰都能猜透結尾。
我手握着畫筆細描
腦海浮光掠影一幕，
在我忘記我曾經是
你花兒的陽光之前
記錄靜止的那一刻。
水彩在畫布上游動，
成全了你在童話裏
主人翁這一個角色。
在仙蹤裏的稻草人，
有纏綿枯葉的雙臂，
卻摟不住掠過的風，
有氣宇軒昂的胸膛，
可是感受不到心跳。
你說到底這是祝福
還是命運下的詛咒？
鏤空的思緒在逃跑，
別問我哪裏是終點。
反正逞強還是堅強，
也是我們的保護色。
等寒冬送別春天時，
把它冰封着就足夠。

Sessions with Olivier

Hear me doctor -
the ceiling is pouring.
My hair, still withered, 
my skin, still in drought.
Only my eyes,
they are a stream
that meets the sea.
Then I remember the first time
we kissed, 
the river joined the Atlantic,
my trembling breath stood
on top of the waves,
a shoal of bream circled in my veins.

Hear me doctor -
I am at the height of my anxiety.
Have I been losing sleep or
am I stuck
in this bizarre dream?
I see his face
in every man that tries to compete.
Night looms, tides rise, 
I am drowning in pieces of me,
can’t catch my breath
from how foolish

I was making it more than it was.

Hear me doctor -
These four walls are caving in.
Ribcage close to breaking my lungs
when I gasp for oxygen
like the day I saw him with her.
Haven’t I already learned
sorry costs only
a flick on the tongue,
still I ache for it, 
why, I want desperately to forgive.

Tell me doctor -
Am I wrong for being me?
Have you a remedy for being human?
And is there a potion as strong
as the whiskey in your cabinet,
one such makes me forget
the memories that come around and run
their fingers through my hair?

Interstellar

The anatomy of constellations on your couch -
our skins mantling two solar systems, one running
endlessly after another but could never get there
fast enough.
Our chests exposed like two caskets 
holding pain as if it was all
we were made of.

Ambience tapped on your window,
you let Winter swallow it whole.
I stared into your eyes and remembered darkness.
I begged you to set me on fire
until my bones became stardusts,
dissolving into the night
into you.

You poured us your favorite scotch as you watched
me burn,
then you rained gently on me
like early summer that tempered the flame.
My body, so honest, I am a walking overdose of pain.
I can't lie to myself. I chase it again
and again, and again.

Aren't my legs tired of running
in an orbit I don't belong,
my arms tired of reaching
your hand that won't open.
I swear this is the last time I come down
like meteors poured from your cosmos.
I know now, I can't hold what won't hold me.