Oh, your sweet
lingering gaze is
not quite enough,
nor your tender
come-hither smile,
darling.
Tell me
will you be there
with me
shouting at the
May Day march
Tell me
whether you will
sit with me and
read poetry
Tell me
do you worship
at the church
of open mic nights
because if not
we may not
have more than
tonight,
my darling
and tonight,
as sweet
as it may be,
oh darling,
it won’t be
quite
enough.
narinda heng 