When the sun’s hidden
When the air’s fallen
When the noise’s sunken
When the white cats darken
When the neighbor’s drunken
It’s time for us to chat
In the sweltering midsummer night
By cell phone connecting, we spill out
How much we’re missing?
Even though we just met
Earlier, not more than one minute
A year is always too short for gathering
A second is way too long for separating
Those scorching hot words
Could burn down the Line linking
When no one wants to stop chatting
For getting more and better
We bring our phones to shower
While the showerhead is drizzling
The water drops are flowing
Dampening our bodies
We ask, “How are you feeling?”
Never mind if it is too cliched, an old saying
Even, sending luring images
Which tickle our fancy
While lying in bed with eyes closing
Most questions we ask are that
“What are you thinking?”
To Inquire how each other’s feeling
And satisfy every moment of fantasizing
"Thinking of you!"
The answer always strikes me deadly hard
I would like to hear one trillion's trillion times
(Don't laugh at me, and yet, why not?)
Endless meticulous care penetrates
Seeping into my most secret part
Soothing every inch of my delicate piece of heart
Can we be just friends?
Can we caress without sex?
Can we believe in pure relationship?
Can sweet-talk fill up our sensual hollow?
The dilemma between us hinders all the progress
Make POSSIBLE becomes IMPOSSIBLE
Since it was very beginning
We always know that, don't you?
Don't cry, my fragile old friend!
That is a tragedy in the ancient Chinese legend
Even if it's not one hundred percent sure
But we have that answer in mind
That is, is that, or
Platonic Love will conquer carnal desire.