Shiuli

If lovers came in all shapes and sizes,
you would look something like
a purple colored unicorn on
a rainbow cloud.
The kind that comforts the tiny kid
Inside your being and makes the
butterflies in your stomach flutter,
the kind that means ‘all things good’,
the kind that tastes like candy floss
on a giant wheel, the kind that
makes you go weak in the knees.

If lovers were like days of the week,
you would be Wednesday,
pretty spelling and prettier pronunciation,
halfway through the week (yay),
a gap of two between you and
Monday’s blue and you and Saturday, too.

If lovers were like flavours,
you would be chocolate-almonds with
a hint of vanilla and coffee,
good for health, good for soul and
pretty damn good for work (wink, wink).

If lovers were like flowers,
You would be a bouquet of
shiuli's and lilies,
no ‘is it giving out mixed signals’
like lotuses,
no ‘what if they’re allergic’
like sunflowers,
no ‘it’s too overrated’
like roses,
just pure love, carefree and gorgeous.

If love was like constellations,
ours would be brand new,
joining the lines between old stars
creating diamonds or kites
(because you say it feels so precious,
and I think it tastes like freedom).