I'm in the sky
trying to fly
The star I'm trying to reach
but the sky I'll never breach
Looking down, seeing the sights
trying to win the fights
win some then lose
trying to let loose
but the light still shines
It waxes and wanes
but it always has a new star behind
It keeps my lanes
Too bad I'll never acquire
my deepest desire
About the Creator
Jae Qilin
Aspiring Poet
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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