Deja Vu, A love poem

Déjà vu Definition: Having sentimental yearning for a love and lust that does not exist in reality.

Lovesong for Lost Freqeucies.

By Jinergoh, Daphne, 2022 (c)

Déjà vu Taro milk ice cream, A spoon for two, In the lovers’ cravings, Amid purple waves, Amid Provence field, Déjà Vu in you, Déjà Vu in me, In between the chorus and verse, In between the high and low, In between the trough and crest, In between crescendo and decrescendo, In between the beat and tempo, In between the C-jazz and classical ballet, Who you got that Déjà vu?

Him will teach you piano, Nurtured as a kid Her will teach you lyrics, Déjà Vu, Déjà Vu.

Double seventh night The clouds on the sky are just like the stars the brings love and romance, The couple meet in the Valentine’s Day after crossing the bridge, The golden aurora and the ruby stone met in their youth, And they give you the ocean eyes in Venice.

The man that really know how to make you cry, When they give you the ocean eyes?

Softly and gentle I was killed in the lullaby of a boy, So I’ll just said I’ll move on, Like a sparrow in the dream, Over and over again I found my way back, Back to his lullaby in my own sound, Safe and sound when I close my eyes, Nothing happened except a pinch of lavender in my bed.

14 1989 is a album by Taylor swift, Style, You’re in love, Clean, Wonderland, That’s how you get the girl.

20 You should see it as a consequence that, Your magnetic field is too strong, Magnetic field going wilder Into vector field of pixels, I got a boyfriend he’s older than you, He’s in the office doing I don’t know what, Is it too soon to do this yet?

Because I know it is delicate, Like the China porcelain held in hands.

22 In the woods, I found myself lost.

Lost in the Norwegian wood, Amongst the midst and melancholy, Transient, Lost, Frequencies, Out of the woods, In the clear,

Lover’s carvings I remember swords and knives back in our backyards, I remember tortilla and wraps front in our kitchen, I just kind of wish you were gay, I remember when we broke up, I remember, All those intimacies I give you as a friend.

Aye mate, You can only hold the Moka pot, See the tulip, If the tulip speaks to you bitterly, Don’t worry and forgive as it is a nature’s order.

La en vie Rose Lavender in the field of Provence, Lavender in the hint of a mocktail, Lavender in the sleep of a woman.

And you, You’re the Rosetta to the Purple lavender.

Dancing Coffee

Mellow coffee that dances at night, Like the lost frequencies in the sky, Give myself to you and return it to me, Less is more in the KISS principle, Praising the sea for being blue while chiding it for being salty, Salty Laughter only for a boy, In the lover’s hand we meet and drunk, Drunk it the castle we built overnight, Collapse all at once but unreasonably bitter.

Mellow coffee that dances at night, Like the lost frequencies in the ocean, Give yourself to me and return to you, More is less in the POMO principle, Praising the lavender for being soothing while chiding it for being romantic, Romantic only for a boy, In the lover’s hand we break and celebrate, Celebrate the small passion we shared, Reborn all at once but unreasonably sour.

It all seems so simple, We move the furniture so we can dance, In the Shanghai street of 1988.

Mellow coffee that dances at night, Like the lost frequencies in the music, Give yourself to me and return you to you, Less is a bore in all of that sense, Praising the grey for being flowery while chiding it for being melancholy, Melancholy only for thyself, For thyself to grow.