read all night,

sleep all day,
or the other
way around,
so long as

the sweet stale
smell of old
books and
filthy pillows

permeates in
my skin and
sticks up my
nose, and

I have your
body lying
next to mine
the entire

time.

wishful thinking

Take my hand, take my breath
and I am sure to burn inside
with an encumbered, perpetual
longing for your loving feeling,

the one you have lost, some dark
ages ago. I shall hold on to one
glimpse of hope in seeing the
flushes on your cheeks and the

warmth on your skin, the radiance
of your smile and the imminence
of your soul; all of these I attest
as testament to the promise you

once made in the blue moon, of
never ceasing to change anything,
of whatever that binds us together.
I never saw the end coming, yet

it was an oh-so-sweet, surprise.

from Clark, with love

Give me one good reason to
fly and I will be your
Superman
for a day. You and I
shall taste infinity and in no

way shall we perceive of any
boundaries. We shall
explore
endless horizons and
boundless heavens; we shall

reach for the eternal sunshine
and the comfortable
moonlight.
Come, be one with me.
I promise never to let you down.