III.

Few know about this quiet beach on 
Lamma. Smaller than a tennis 
Court with rocks peppering the shore. 
Daytime, I imagine it is peachy, 
Like in a fairy-tale. Night, no light 
But an illusion of some 
Fireflies playing on the grass. I can't 
See you in the dark; desperate, I reach 
Out my hands and touch stars on your 
Face: small and newly-grown.

First appeared in Fe/male Bodies: the First Asia-based
bilingual bookazine on Body, Gender and Sexuality Vol.2 (p. 163)