It's Still Life

To Crave Milk Tea at 3 o’Clock (A Love Poem to Hong Kong)

sidewalks breathe us in—hot, wet, loud,
a chaos that flows, a crush of sleeves
through humid air, a mortal hunger
lifting night to day. the city lives—
it heaves

against the harbour. neon signs,
tram bells ring—hush, hush, hushing tides.
you learn to swim in it, let your thighs
brush strangers’ warmth
where sweat collides.

i miss it like—a limb. my skin recalls
the tide of bodies, language belonging
to air that carries it. stars singing—
nowhere to go, caught in lantern strings.

hong kong’s chaotic harmony
still stings in my bones—
a neon kaleidoscope,
its markets steeped in fish and smoke.

PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 8 with Prompt: Love Poem. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025 All Mischief Reserved.