Live well, work hard, play play? 
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The cello grunts, swallows its own weeping and then the cymbals, the chimes begin their bittersweet tinkling. Set the mood, my love, set the dinner table: would that this be the hour of our estate, would you fill me with the truth instead of tender fables, my lips against yours, my mouth overflows with you, my breath you bate. Our caresses are a curse as time washes over us and leaves us bleached clean and dry. We shall age over the ages, till these words have been lost from these pages. The end till the end and some more some more, I promise you all I want is to be your fool, so easily callous in my pride till the day you decide that we shall be no more. The cello commits these rare notes of your song to my memory; may you never decide no more, never decide, never no more.
Yet I am weak, my flesh beckons and calls for not being alone. I am man, says he, not a pillar of salt or stone. I am shameless, I am lust, I am nameless and I am dust. Yet only your touch satisfies me.
You are my waterfall, I shall go chasing no other. A drop of you to quench my thirst and more some more till I burst. I am greedy, a glutton yes, but who could blame me for not settling for less?
You don’t have to depart before you break my heart; you had me in pieces the first night we met, and you are the glue that mended me whole after that. How could it be humanly possible unless by some hand divine that you are so beautiful and that you are mine?
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Photograph by Anthony Burns. Design by Kenny Mah.
Such a beautiful post Mr.Mah. Hats off for being able to write so beautifully even when you’re down with a nasty flu.
Thanks for saying so, dude… the flu’s still got me delirious some what and half the time I am drifting in and out of consciousness. In fact, I may well have only imagined I wrote this…
ooooh, sexay!!
I only deliver what my audience demands, no?
Holding hands, fingers lock together; I will never let go till the end of the end. You broke my heart when you uttered those words; it was a pain beyond my imagination, it hurts, a lot. Yet, i forgive you, love is a realm for fools.
What a beautiful piece sent as a comment, bro. Forgiveness is the true maxim, no? We must, O we must, if we are ever to leave the past behind and move onwards and onwards hence.
*hugs*
Alas, the good times never last. I need some chocolate, I need some sweets; to cure my heartache, the oh-so-painful-feeling. I need a patisserie to cheer me up: Tiramisu, mont blanc, creme brulee, macaron, le royale; give it to me, give it all to me.
Yikes! All that chocolate? I love mine as much as the next guy (possibly more) but the sheer quantity of your suggested intake may well send my waistline to the Realm of No Return and split my pants!
From my experience, heartaches are better soothed (if not solved) by a BIG HUG from a very good friend. (Preferably one with lots of time to spare to listen to all our trouble and big arms to squeeze us tight.)
chocolate + hugs = happiness!! =)
Obviously the flu hasn’t hit your faculty for prose… you’re in fine form, as usual! “I am shameless, I am lust, I am nameless and I am dust” … the perfect mantra for those pained by inhibitions! Get well soon, Kenny!
The perfect mantra? Hehe, gone were the days when I used to chant those lines… now cannot oredi… ze better half will kill me if I do!
So much depth, so much emotions…so beautifully written! =)
Thanks for your kind words, dear!
oh no.. u flew back with a flu?
get well soon ya….
Yup, I sure did. Don’t worry, it ain’t the H1N1 virus… I think.
u think? go get a check-up!
It’s not, it’s not… don’t worry, bro. Just need lots of rest and fluids…
Hope you feel better soon! But I am sure you’ll continue to be inspired even when resting! Great piece!
I’m actually feeling worse, to be honest but since I’m online and working from home to get some stuff done, might as well as check my blog…
You wrote this deliriously? Gimme the name of your doc, med and without a doubt, the air u breathe. Awesome.
The air I breathe is glorious, smoggy, humid Kuala Lumpur air. You can’t beat that for ggggrrrr-eat air!
“How could it be humanly possible unless by some hand divine that you are so beautiful and that you are mine?”
that’s poetry, pure poetry… sighs…
Nah, not poetry quite, but it is my favourite line of this piece I wrote. Inspired, as it were, by my muse as always. Every day I look upon the face of my better half with new eyes, shy and bright and grateful for every minute of it.
that’s so romantic, poetry for ur lover every day!
Every day and every night… not romantic, just a way of life, something in our hearts against which one cannot strive…
WOW! I can feel the sensuality of your post in my bones.
“..you had me in pieces the first night we met..”.. that’s more memorable than “you had me at first hello” (from Jerry Mcguire).
Jerry Maguire? Hahaha, you have no idea how often I complain about that line from the film, and now I get compared to it? This is retribution for my constant bitching, I tell you.
Umm… how about some male T&A now?
Might be next… I do aim to please. Ahem.
whoa..the flu/meds haven’t affected your writing obviously! atr great piece!
Ah well, it may have affected the quantity of words and pictures… low yield when ill, haha.
“my lips against yours” That’s the sexiest part…..
That’s the best part also, hehe.
sigh… a dreamy post for a hopefully dreamy weekend…
i especially like that last line….
Ah, I do hope it will be a dreamy weekend too… As for the last line, I can scrap the whole post and just leave that line cos it expresses everything I mean to mean…
I agree, the last line is so beautiful and touching.
It means all to me, so thank you for that, dear.
Indeed a well written post with a picture that speaks a thousand words. Every sentence is so meaningful.
Thanks, CK… and more so, thanks for being so kind as to take me round Penang island when I visited… Now I know what a REAL makan crawl is like!
All the world’s a stage and love’s a fool’s paradise – and yet wisdom comes from even the mouth of fools. Old love haunts me in the morning; stay with me and let the stars record words meant for no other ears but yours. Let’s go down to the sound tonight; when the tide is low we can walk on water – snippets of song, fragments of things the heart is so full of but yet can’t elaborate with dry matchstick words.
Feel better Kenny – after the madness that’s choral fest this week, I -will- try to set up makan session.
Got lots to catch up on and yes, I’m working on a piece with those unburied vintage treasures – it’s called ‘Old Love Haunts Me In the Morning’ after a song by Marissa Adler.
Ah, Spindle Girl… don’t worry too much about that makan sesh; I’ve been travelling all over endlessly anyway… Will check in with you and Snow White soon to see when we can all gather around again… It’s been longer than it seems. How time flies, eh?
“Dry matchstick words” — I know the hopelessness of grasping with these meagre tools, but sometimes it’s all we have.
P.S. Should I be looking up Ms. Adler now? Sounds like the sort of music I might like… I’m channelling Sarah Blasko in my mind now…
I’ll send you the song.
It’s really beautiful, ballad-style.
Oooh, thankee thankee — I always love getting new music, especially stuff recommended by great friends with great taste!
I’ll send a couple more your way too. Various artists.
Oooh, it feels like Christmas already!
Danke, danke…
There! Christmas! Four songs.
I’ll try channel a few more your way later.
I feel the snow raining on me… my Santa Claus is as pretty as a Yuletide tree…
was gonna ask who posed for u .. thn saw the footnote:P
gr8 job kenny! so touching.. so erotic. so artistic.
Ooh, would you ever consider posing for me, O great sexy one? It’d be ever such an honour!
eh? i thought i posted a comment?!
was gonna say, tt ur subject has a gorgeous back.. then i scrolled down and saw photograph by….
anyhoos.. this picture is gorgeous. your words are touching, erotic , sensual.. only kenny mah can do it lk this.. do it lk dat… ! hva gr8 wkd:D
You did, you did… It’s right above this second comment of yours. Anyway, you have a great weekend too, dear!
From the depths one will reach the heights. I enjoyed it.
Ah, but too much of these depths and heights and I’ll prolly get dizzy from vertigo…
I lub you.
I lub you too, dear.
So lomantik! Sighs!
Heh. I lub that word: “Lomantik.” Bless the fler who came up with that, haha.
wow, the flu made u do this?? i shall withhold all medications from u then!
Dun lah, Doc… I love me my meds!
i’ve reread this so many times. beautiful.
This is so lovely, you can make anyone fall in love with those words.
Thanks, Yoli. Sweet of you to say so.