a woman waits for me <br />to angle me in such a position <br />it clears the brain, mind <br />from blotches, obstructions <br />oiling them for prime functions <br />flight between the planets <br />decipher the lines of einstein, plato, <br />picasso, van gogh <br />i find the extra mental sphere for poem <br />between the seams of her wear <br />delicate corners, curves <br />that set the brain <br />on a different dimension <br />your voice, your hair, legs, bossom <br />a design to spearhead me <br />a rocket waiting to be launched <br />by your softness, scent, voice, gestures <br />my crystalised selves that come in jets and spurts<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/09-a-woman-waits-for-me/
