My Precious

— Jenny Luu

I entered a room filled with candlelight,
rose petals scattered the floor.
“Oasis” plays in the background.

I smell the sweet aroma
of coffee, of cocoa
and of cream.

Smiling in anticipation,
I reach for my precious
flickering in the candlelight.

Silky cream on my fingertips,
soft and smooth to the touch.
I slice the sponge-like cake
and devour
this exquisite Italian gem.

The perfect amount
of sweetness
fills my mouth
and satisfies
my tongue.

Comfort, happiness, pleasure…

We blow out the candle
and slow dance in the dark
to the beautiful music
in our hearts, in our souls,
in our appetites.

“When we’re lost in a desert night
and we’re chasing our paradise,
when we can’t fight another fight,
we’re gonna make it.
You’re my oasis.”

We kiss in the dark,
our shadows in a tight embrace.
I know I love you,
my precious, tiramisu.

The Engagement

— Jenny Luu

High on the mountaintop
in the dark of night,
we see a shimmering sea
of florescent orange lights.
A twinkle here and a sparkle there,
no currents, only man-made waves –
cellular, radio, satellite –
connecting you, me, and the world…
wide web, surfing an intangible
ocean, as the lights flicker
and shimmer.  We admire
the cool night breeze, the smell
of dry grass, the sound
of singing crickets, the feel
of soft dirt on the bottom
of our soles, as we breathe in
the fresh air, high above
the orange ocean.

 

Ominous

— Jenny Luu

A splotchy beige roundness
hidden behind clouds,
floating, hovering
in a violet, black sky,
luminous, ominous,
casting moonlit glares
upon us
as we drive
on the highway,
as we drive
ourselves insane.

Thinking, believing
that the shadows
against the moon
is a witch
on her broom,
that there are vampires
lurking,
predators
waiting
for prey.

Wolves crashing
through the forest,
ready to feast
and howl.
Witches dancing
around the cauldron
cooking
up spells,
as we shiver
in fear,
letting imagination
consume us.

But what we fear
is from within
the beats of our hearts,
the thump, thump
of greed, of jealousy,
of vanity and insecurity,
dishonesty,
lack of purity.

The anger, the madness
surges in flames
as we fidget and blink.
A pang in the chest,
a clasp to the heart
that pounds and pounds
as disparity crawls
on our backs.
Fear tickles
the spine.
The heat rushes
to our face
as we gasp and choke,
breaking out
in tears.

Fear of who we are,
of what we are,
and what we can do,
as we grasp
for the other’s hand,
trying to comprehend,
to understand,
to disbelieve
the insane.

Waiting, hoping
the clouds will disappear,
and the moon
will turn white again,
smiling down upon us
as we go back
to believe the world
is good
and that we
are sane.

Like No Other

— Jenny Luu

sniff, sniff, inhale,
take a whiff
of the sweet aroma,
an addiction
like no other.

the scent of cocoa
drifts in your nostrils
as you tremble
with longing,
salivate
with desire,
reaching
for the cake
of your dreams.

soft
and gentle
to the touch,
crumbling
in your hands,
melting
on your tongue
a sensation
like no other.

sandwiched between
layers and layers
of coconut pecan frosting.
cool, crisp, rich,
super, super, creamy,
a burst of flavor
in your mouth.

tickling
your taste buds,
tingling
your tongue,
a lingering moment
of bliss.
savor it!

shut your eyes,
more, more, more,
you just can’t resist
licking your lips.

licking your lips
in orgasmic pleasure.
no one does it better
than betty crocker.