My China Girl .

Xiao Ling,

This black, wet night, you, a sad song, to me, did sing,

as I spent a painful hour on the outside of your tears,

wiping, kissing them dry, and wondering why?, what fears?,

did bring to the surface, a multitude of tear drops to your face.

A multitude of memories?, your life's journey?, me?, my place

in the larger scheme of things?, what were your thoughts?,

what had life taken?, what from life?, had you not got?

What was it Xiao Ling?, that created tears of sadness to sing

of what ever it was, that this life, the moment, to you did not bring.

Holding tightly, dancing, kissing - passions unfulfilled do sting !

B. J. "A" 2

November 10th 2009

The Bad, Bad Boy

My Dear, sweet China Flower :

The Oriental fragrance of you lingers on, it has permeated the very fibers of my mind and my home.

I am, oh so very sorry for over stepping boundaries, going beyond my place, in your life.

I am sorry for letting my passions, my desires become the flames that defiled your beautiful innocence.

I really feel bad for the BAD, BAD thing I did to you and for leaving you unsatisfied.

I am also, so very sorry for pollinating - planting my seeds deep within - your beautiful flower,

and for doing so without your desire, your consent as I slipped between your stems and into your dreams .

I do hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive this old fool for - in the heat of moments of desire to taste,

to savour the flavour of your liquid honey, honey that felt so good I could not resist - defiling

the innocent beauty of your womanhood, in desecrating a beautiful Flower, of China.

All to satisfy my own lecherous appetites, appetites that violated the purity and innocence in you,

broke the trust, that I believe you placed in the hands of this foolish old stranger.

I am truly sorry for my acts of indiscretion, and even more so for my not

bringing to fruition, the blossoming of your beautiful flower, feeling it, seeing it explode

in a brilliance of rainbow colours, that would have lit up the hours of our late night, early morning.

Please do not think to badly of me, my Dear .

LOVE BILL .

As I look into the above, I come to realize that I painted a picture of what must appear, to you the reader, an aggressive, forceful, selfish, inconsiderate,monster who is lurking among the shadows of my rhyme ?, / poetry ?, but let me assure you that that is as far from the truth as is the closest universe .

The above poem ?, / rhyme ?, came on the heels of my lack of understanding, an inability to read the signs and the over active imagination of this author as I was looking into the beauty of the first times I made love to this Beautiful China Flower, in a bright light at night's darkest hour and again in the soft glow of dawn's first sight of passion's delight .

The truth be told, taking poetic license, an active imagination, lack of verbal communication - for there is this language and cultural difference as well as only three months of Canadian culture and the English language under her belt, at the time - told me one story while I neglected to take into account all the none verbal expression that came, and came from this Chinese Flower, as she expressed in the silences of her physical participation a truth and that truth has blossomed many, many times since under the green thumb of this old gardener, so what is the true reality ?, the rhyme ?, / poem ?, this statement ?

In the light of this, the poem ?, /rhyme ?, does not a reality make . A monster ?, a fool ?, a blind man ?, an artist ?, does any of this tell what this author could be under all my words ?

Minnekhada .

My China Girl-------------------

Yesterday

Brought to me an exquisite, exotic China Girl, from Beijing.

Yesterday an adventure in Minnekhada, - my spirit did sing

with joy at her kind, open heart - as her delightful soul did bring

into this beautiful B.C. day, a glimpse, as I watched her, in wonder

at Mother Nature, in all her fall splendor, Salmon spawning under

blue skies, a black Bear, and there I knew nothing could tear asunder

the moments shared, those innocent looks, the holding of hands

as we explored - China Girl, for the first time - these tranquil lands

of Minnekhada, showing off all her natural beauty.

A moment in time with China Girl ( Nattily ) and all her, inner beauty.

Today

And I think of the Polish Princess, and all that was missed,

all she never gave, from her heart, not even, in passion, was I kissed.

And I now wonder ?, what China Girl, might have in store for me.

Will she be ?, - I am not so sure - as the Princess, ( easy to see ).

B. J. "A" 2

November 4th 2009