Sun Under My Armpit

there’s a sun

under my armpit.

it warms up

undiscovered sins

well-hidden for decades

until they all shine

like glowing gems

emanating rays

that blind the hearts.

i feel nice though.

this sun i guess

is specially made

for the wandering soul

too fond of 

searching for meanings 

in everything.

but sometimes

when it is so hot,

sweat starts

to flow endlessly

forming a river

which runs through

all over my body.

once a curious friend

tried to taste it.

he told me

it was sweet

like manuka honey.

he kept some of it

in a glass jar

as a souvenir

that somehow 

reminded him of

taste of purity.

just too bad

that one day

his glass jar

slowly broke,

the liquid quietly

leaked out

before evaporated

like dying butterflies.

i still have the sun

here safely at that 

mysterious part of the body

doing its routine, and 

that curious friend can always

ask for anything

coming out from

or still hidden there

to replace 

the missing one

but that never happens.

i don’t know

whether i should 

continue to wait

for that moment 

to arrive

because there are times

i feel so weak.

the sun 

seems like 

burning my skin 

and

roasting my flesh

that it becomes

so unbearable

it almost makes me

want to throw

the sun away.

or maybe

what i need actually

is a moon

to be placed

under my other armpit

so that everything

will balance out

just like

the day and night

in perfect harmony.

yes now i believe

that might be

a good thing afterall

for this earth

of wandering soul,

don’t you think?