MALAYSIA

I remember walking down crooked concrete
the lake breath blowing summer streets and swathing our skin.

It would be soon that you would have to go home, go back to the peninsula on which you were born
where loving another man is punishable by law.
Where I would loose all contact
with your clipped consonants and dazzling dentures.

"I jus wan someon to give my love to, you know? I have so much love to give."

Yeah, I know.