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...

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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. :)