The one thing that doesn’t belong
Somehow
Makes the whole thing better
But it can, I replied.
She looked at me. Puzzled.
It just needs to be cinematically ugly.
Which is to say
It must still be beautiful.
Still puzzled.
So I expanded.
I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest
Not of the tree
Not separate from it
But the tree, itself
Spicy hot
Hot hot
Curry Laksa
Tea with milk
Black black tea
Condensed milk
Sweet Hot
And thick
More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
No trust
No love
There was I
Enthralled in such luminous presence
And all I wanted
Was to worship her
I close my eyes
And dream of sky
Pretend there’s green
Hear the song
Feel the breeze
And the sun’s blue rays