by Do Mai Hoa

Long hair to cling
sweet lips to kiss
soft hands to tie
and erotic eyes to pull you back
why could I not hold you!

Is my hair not soft enough
and lips not as sweet as your desire
and my eyes….
not erotic at all?

You pulled me back with your eyes and held me tight
why push me out by force of your filling arms
looking at the “need triangle” of Maslow
find a tiny piece of me at the bottom of the triangle

Where I am in yours?
or just simply your imagination
stars imagination…
whether the stars, together with you, fly around my universe?

Abraham Maslow: An American Psychologist

by Do Mai Hoa

Winter comes,
all windows and doors are tightly shut
don’t people need to breathe fresh air?
my windows and doors are closed tightly, too
but wind still wriggles through the tiny slots!

Winter comes,
my main door is always opened,
waiting for you to come
wait as long as trees are bare of leaves and branches are naked
wait as hard as there is no more water for evaporation and rain
where are you going? and why should you not come?

Whether if….
you alike the winter wind
wriggle into my house though the tiny slots?

by Do Mai Hoa

Passing by a harsh childhood from a mountainous
neighbor where I and my friends potter on bikes
There, the village’s ageless nursery paddy field season
Smoke rising from grandma’s decrepit kitchen
blubbering firewood and straw…
Passing by the time when I was a sassy girl
with blue eyes
red lips
slim

waist
round breast
burn the eyes of the village’s
boys curvy walk that curves the
lane
left behind all the gossips…
I’m finding you
The rib finding its way back to the origin
Why had God molded me from a part of
you The seventh rib
Shouldn’t I stay close to your rugged arms
So I can be protected?
Stay close to an enthusiastic heart
So I can be loved
You carry along the pain of a missing part
since the beginning of time
The wound is about to heal
Again, he finds a new rib
The rib from the road of a mountainous neighbor
But darling
Which rib is truly yours?

by Do Mai Hoa

Because of white ribbon on eyes
Cupid could hardly see the point shot
Hit by the missing golden arrow
know how to fall in love
Hit by the missing silver arrow
know how to live together forever
Who knows how to love
love the one who does not want to
Who know how to live together
could hardly find anyone to live with
How and where can I find Cupid?

Cupid or Cupidon – Egyptian legend.