Shall these hands remain cold for eternity?
I stick them in flames, but feel it unabated.
Shall I be mired forever in this sea of verbal warfare?
Infinite plugs fail to stop the sound of my mum and dad…
Seeping through the very pores of my skin…
And corroding my soul from within.
June 2, 2005
Antiphon To His Coy Mistress
Time’s winged chariot treads on our heels,
But faster shall be our hearted wheels.
Let patience be a remedy
To your sorrow and tragedy.
Your lust, be it satiated
Virginity abdicated.
In sacred union— yin and yang,
So arrest your hasty harangue.
Together love will outrun time,
To defer the sport is no crime.
The embers of my youth ablaze
Gentle blow of melodic phrase.
Not mauve hued sky of setting sun,
But the fresh splash of vibrant fun.
-Joming Chiang
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