Yiling Ding Poems

The mess keeps piling up.
In the storage room
the number of empty boxes
keeps growing.
...

I ate a pebble for breakfast
A stone for lunch
And a boulder for dinner.
Usually the same mass of food
...

We cannot feel alive
without sensations.
A gentle brush
or a piercing pain:
...

We're just flightless birds
waiting an eternity to find love
With our clipped and injured wings
in silence we stare at the dark sky
...

If the butterfly had a neck,
it would stretch it out long and thin
and saturate its senses
with painfully blissful heat,
...

Just because the flowers
are blooming now
Just because the fruits
have ripened now
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They slit my wrists in the dark
with the hissing of their kisses
but I could not bleed.
With painful dismissiveness
...

Two brown eyes, black hair
Asian
A unique sensation:
using a foreign tongue
...

You're panting,
panting,
fervently gasping for air
as you start to
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She is a tension that holds me taut
as a teeter on the verge of love
My legs are bound and my naked eyes
face not my fate but the sky above
...