Itoshiteru

The first quiet alarm of the morning

Sings quiet warning before being

Silenced.

You sleepily cuddle up against me

In the last ten minutes before we must

Waken.

“Itoshi teru” you murmur, breath

Slowing to sleep as I reply “love

You too”

Jun’s Poem

分かってるかな? 分かって欲しい。

貴方が思ってるより僕は貴方の事が好きす。
大好きです。
そんな僕の心を分かってるかな?
貴方の写真を見る度に貴方のこと思い出し、そして 僕は何時の間にか幸せになってます。
貴方は何時も僕を笑わせてます。
嬉しいです。


乗り越えたいです。

乗り越えない❓
僕と一緒にに乗り越えましょう、言葉や文化の違い、お互い好きなら絶対出来るでしょね。
貴方が嘘では無いなら僕は貴方を信じ、二人一緒なら何処でも行きたい。
僕は行ける。
僕は貴方を信じたいです。
信じます。

I love you Rob


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Do you understand? I want you to understand.

I like you more than you think.

I love you.

Do you understand such mind of me?

Every time I see your picture I remember you and I will be happy for a while.

You always make me laugh.

I’m happy.

I want to get over it.

I can’t get over it

Let’s get over with me, language and cultural differences, if you like each other, you can do it.

If you are not a lie I believe in you and I would like to go anywhere with two people.

I can go.

I want to believe in you.

I believe.

愛してるよ、ロブ

Had You Let Me Love You



Had you let me love you
I would’ve been home by now,
Cooking you something light and quick
Laughing on something we had seen in passing

Oyster sauce, my bad chopstick technique
Crumb at your lip, tongue tip
Sweet corn, plum sauce, oyster dip

What might have we seen,
Walking dogs, talking
Laughter on trails, squirrels stalking
Misspoken words, gentle mocking

And laughing.
Or crying.
Or sharing.

Had you let me love you
Words said privately
Upon my pillow,
Heart sworn promises
Skin to skin
Lip to lip
Secrets shared
Personal truth

Had you let me love you

Jun

Mischief.

The smile in the photograph promises mischief and fun. The smile goes right to his eyes and beyond.

I have looked at that photo on and off, but today I feel brave and say hello. There are messages, some strangely worded, but with a sense of adventure.

“Do you want to meet?”

Pause.

“I don’t speak English.”

What the hell, neither can most of the guys on this app, their short-form words, codes, statistics. Pretty pictures made less by lack of soul. No message, other than physical.

My heart sings at the site of you smiling at me. Your English is better than you know: “I am AN accountant.”

Is this not how the world should be? People learning about each other. Learning to communicate. Laughing.  Encouraging each other.

If you and I ruled the world, it would be a different place. Afternoons of laughter and nights full of lullabies.