Happiness is
in essence...

The time of year i greatly fear
grand feasting and plastic cheer...

Xintiandi
a new story...

No attempt to rhyme
your lipstick stain...

The certainty of death
is the only certainty...

I saw your tears
I know your fears...

You only live once
feel how your blood runs...

Dont mince words
dont glove-handle me...

Call it rude, crude
what you would...

Once soulmates
now each its own...

Nothing like seasons
marking passage of time...

The sequence of life
like real time movie unfold...