(To the lovely U.K and people I love here)
There is a world for us,
Which is so big that includes the land of east, west, coast and mainland
With the taste of both Chinese Herbal tea, Swedish glögg with raisins
And Scottish whisky stored in oak from 1983
The world for us is so unique
With the scent of peanut flowers
blooming in the sandy soil of my little county
Plus the salty flavor from your European islands and sea.
You like nuts, while I fancy the seafood
You have tried the fermented black beans in Steamed cabbages, but the peanuts of my village are even better. And they go so well with the pickles of my aunt.
In our tiny intimate world,
We have never been naked
It is just honest swimming suit and your plain old trunk.
I saw your muscles stroking the water like a giant fish.
You saw my hour- glass figure floating like the mermaid witched by Ursula.
Our hair intertwines and spreads like wild seagrass.
Our mouth playfully bubbles like a fish couple.
Tired,
I put my head into your palms.
So safe, so relaxed.
In our world, you are the rebellious Aquamen, while I am your tamed mermaid.
You love my body, however, it is your soul that let me enchanted.
Imagine our first kiss
It should be so sweet, so warm,
Orange coloured like the blessing golden sun of my hometown.
After you take the lead, the kiss turns to be wet, fierce and wild, quality of the dew and the rhythm of the rain drops falling on the cherry woods. 'Di Da Di Da'
Hey, I need to be very careful that you do not turn the gentleness into Ted Hughe's wild Love song.
Bear in mind that secret crawling is too
much for the fragile curtains in Edinburgh's old town.
The world for us is so small
Which exists only on Tuesdays, from 1:00 pm to 3:00.
Tick tock, tick tock,
It is my heart beating beside the clock on the wall
I say the air is so stuffy, so stuffy that powerful enough to bloom the orchid buds
You took off the wool jumper and leaned it on the chair.
Suddenly your scholar face bursted into giggling.
See! The orchid really is growing.
Among its long green leaves, two little buds, yellow and white are forming, breathing, growing…
Middle aged man overjoyed like a teenage lad.
You said the Holy Island looks so peaceful and isolated.
With the beloved there, life can feel like hermits living in the cave by the sea.
I say' butterfly lovers' from the dome in east culture might be a better version.
You say' if we travel to the island of Lindisfarne. Then I would read you the story of the Velveteen Rabbit. '
' You are my Velveteen Rabbit and blessed by the nursery fairy. '
'We can become permanently real to each other, so real that we will swallow each other's past and own each other's future.'
So soft, sweet and rebellious you.
I say why not travel together then?
'Far from the madding crowd'
To Lindisfarne, to the Isle of Iona,to Uta-Jima
to the edge of the world.
To live like Hermits in a cave by the sea.
To live like a hero and heroine in Jinyong's novel world.
To listen to the sound of the waves
To see the waterfalls draw from the sky…
Before travelling, at this moment, I have no appetite except missing you, my darling.
Concerned, as I am so small and you are so big.
Your wool jumper can serve as my dress, how well would we fit?
Please let me know if you are sure to sail
with me.
Then I will prepare your favorite eastern
food, say hot and strong.
And you must be responsible for flowers and music during the journey.
Slow as you are, shy as I am,
may we leave early, quietly,
Without upset the good natured cat
or waking up the still sleeping world.
Libby
2019.June 20th
