Francis, posing at 3 am
teh tarikAll night long we chatted, souls exposed, spirits ablaze.
Arts, sodomy, democracy. Who thought they could be uttered in the same breath.
Yet there we were, at 3am, impassioned yet cautious, free yet not
so much.
(How Asian, no?)
(How Asian, no?)
Another cup, another deliberate yet gentle passing of milk
and sugar tea between
two cups awaits us.
Our conversations are like that tea that flows from these two cups
--flowing, fragile, and free, at least while in transit between the
cups that.
Our thoughts, our art while delicious like teh tarik, are
uncontainable.
They will always linger in between two cups,
always visible,
always mid flight, always free.
*footnote: Francis wrote this poem for friends he met at the Fringe Festival
3 comments:
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is just that we dont drink tea in cups anymore at mamak stalls, but plastic glass and beer mug! may be kopi tiam still have that practise of tea cups
maksud Francis lebih kurang lah tu.Hahaha
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