The Writing Files No. 3 : Sabor

*sabor

there was that day.

there was that evening.

there was that space

brimming with so many beautiful ones

and we fit in like perfect puzzle pieces.

many bejeweled hands filled with wine glasses 

and feet positioned in breathtaking shoes.

i, engaged in conversation with lovely strangers

and you

twinning across the room.

momentarily floated out of conversation to gaze upon you,

only to find you were already gazing.

almond shaped cocoa eyes, met your hazel beauties.

soft, sexy, half smiles from pretty lips

beckoning looks, desirous eyes

and wonderment unspoken.

i felt your touch here, here, here... and here

with nary a flick of your finger.

not knowing at the time,

that, that mighty, voluminous moment, foretold 

that my elephantesque nightmare was over

and a moonlit, starry dream had begun.

*sabor: a Spanish word meaning flavor. :)

Sunday Vibe...

No caption needed.

The Writing Files No. 2 : J'aime

j'aime 

i love walking in light with you

i love how much you love our conversations

i love that you get me

i love that you understand & respect privacy

i love that you let me be me

i love that you're in shape and eat healthy 

i love how it's not a chore for you to be present

i love how you treat me in public and behind closed doors

i love when you take my hand when i least expect it

i love that way only you look at me & the glow in your eyes when you do it

i love how you nuzzle into me when you're vulnerable and/or feeling some kind of way

i love your character, your integrity & your way of being

i love that you're not insufferably impatient & intolerant & gossipy

i love your swagger, your walk, how your body moves, how you dress,
i love immensely the timbre of your raspy voice
i love to close my eyes & listen to that sexy voice when you speak in the language of our ancestors

i love your love

i love your cuddles

i love the sound of your laugh

i love the things you laugh at

i love your passion and emotion

i love our commonalities

i love your pretty feet & your luscious swooping curls that I can't get enough of

i love that you let me play in your you-ness
i love your curiosity with my me-ness

i love your gentle kisses behind ears, on shoulders, mid back, nape of neck & elsewhere
i love how you travel roads on the body map
i love how you navigate your gps
i love your childlike playfulness

i love your family and their happy, expressive, passionate, emotional, loving ways toward me

i love your kind nature

i love you (beyond all possible measure of this petite, huge word)

i    l o v e    u s

 

 

 

NOTE: After receiving feedback about this poem a few days ago, I finally remembered to let you know that J'aime is not a proper name. It is a contraction of 2 French words - je + aime - meaning I love, or I like. :)

Sunday Vibe : Sunday Funday

In the best campground in the world with: my love, a shared cup of coffee, love in the foreground, the aroma of coffee in the background, the Sunday NY Times and a plate of [real french] croissant crumbs on the sideline, an older, but yummy Ikea catalog for dwelling inspiration, and our biggest decision today - trying to decide what soap flavor to use.

Happy Sunday-Funday, everybody! #stillworkingonthosephotographyskills #irespectphotographers #thispicisnotgoingonmyigpagecuzitswack

The Writing Files No. 1 : Love Anew

L o v e   A n e w

just what I needed, but didn't think I wanted

carried in on dreamy piscean waters

and ascending out of the blue

and you lit everything on fire

acutely unlike what I had known

you came bearing gifts 

and submitted them to me

willingly

the gifts of love, lust, passion, attraction, romance, acceptance, tolerance, respect, understanding, self awareness, accountability, open mindedness, patience, honesty, communication, integrity, silliness, fun, swagger, fire, being present...

and oh, how you have perfected the art of being present in a moment

acutely unlike what I had known

astute knowledge of how to love   ----  me

and flawlessly allowing me to surrender what I haven't given in so, so long

my expired nightmare was one of intolerance, judgement, disrespect, disregard and mockery

and then, there was you

the sweet opposition brought forth to help me erase the dreadful nightmare that was.

sensuality and sexuality residing side by side, like seductive flirting neighbors, with that fervently high goody-good factor. 

oh . my . damn!

2 beings as one, in all things, in all places - in places where 2 should not be 1.

same culture; same sign

similarities unforeseen

what are the chances?

and that instantaneous connection that was damn near too much to bear
oh . my . damn!

shall we continue to play feverishly under the piscean moon and under the...?

we 2, intertwined like we do.

i know you want to,

because oh . my . damn!

Happy Monday, everybody! Here's something to start your week off on a love note. Spread love!