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OUR Story

I want to write you

A love story.

I’d like it to start with

You and I,

Featuring our truths,

Our dreams,

Our open hearts,

Even our fears and insecurities

Because in this love story,

We use them to grow together

AND become better,

Much better than we’ve ever been before.

In our story,

Each day we live,

We LIVE IT –

Embracing love –

Feeling it,

Giving it,

Nurturing it.

There are moments of highs and lows,

Of course

And I’m not talking about the

Physical,

Emotional,

And spiritual sensual heights

We experience

While making love

Every chance we get –

Completely naked

Even when fully clothed.

We dance,

Slow and fast,

To the beat that feels right

To both of us

At each moment of now

We share with one another.

And this love story,

Although imperfect

(But aren’t they all?!),

This story

Doesn’t have a beginning, a middle or an end

Because interlaced in it,

Consistently,

Are the tightly woven strings of

Respect,

Love,

Honesty,

Individuality,

Mindfulness,

And all of those things

That nurture our relationship

Including conversing hours on end,

Never being bored,

Always engaged in what the other is sharing,

Beautiful, isn’t it?

Yea, that’s our love story….

But we’ve yet to bring it to life

So instead I write you this –

Our one-day-I-know-it-will-happen poem,

Which I pray will

Become

A big story of my life.


NOT A Love Poem

This poem is meant to reflect my thoughts on attachments we tend to make to others, relationships, love, which we have to be careful of because one thing that MUST remain is US staying true to OUR SELVES. ALWAYS BE REAL!

T

*****

 

This is not a love poem

I am just sharing my truth.

This is not a love poem

I am simply confused.

 

I lie awake,

In the early hours of this day,

Thinking of your smile,

Your face, your touch,

Your hands, and

All that I’ll say to you…

One day.

 

But until that day comes

I’ll just write it down now

For my thoughts are running

Wild but this is not a love poem.

 

You turn me into a walking

Happy AND laughing Smiley.

You make my insides smile.

And at the same time,

You give me such crazy butterflies that I get the runs!

What is that?!

 

I am not sure that

I can ask you to explain

This to me but these feelings lift me,

Though this is not a love poem.

 

Many a days

I wish that you were there,

When I close my eyes at night,

That we’re lying side-by-side

And in the morning

When I wake up

I wish that I was

Being held in your arms.

 

But these desires I’m yet

To express to you

Though the yearning ignites a feeling inside,

This is not a love poem

I’m just writing down my thoughts.

 

And I suppose that you should know –

I stay in something

Not because of the possibilities it promises

But because of the realities it shows

And often it strikes me that

With you, I wanted it all.

 

But this is not a love poem

I am just sharing my truth.

This is not a love poem

Though I am no longer confused….

Despite all the amazing qualities you displayed,

You failed your interview process

And your position was terminated.

*****

You can watch my performance of this poem and Ready Now here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGupe7OX3dM


The Guitar Player

It’s easy to become attached to feelings, a connection, the beauty of someone’s heart.

Just be mindful that there is more to it…and you deserve EVERYTHING.

T

*****

Like a bee to a flower

I was captivated by his colour

And no it wasn’t the colour of his skin

Which I actually didn’t see

But the colour of his soul

Which made me think that

There was something more to him

Than those guitar strings he pressed, stroked and flicked,

With those beautiful hands of his,

More to him than the songs he sang

Along with his three-man mariachi band

Maybe it was in his smile

Which he so willingly shared with me

Or in those beautiful black eyes

That looked at me like they saw more

Than just the green, their colour,

But all that I hid behind them

From those I didn’t want to see

The true depths of me…

When our eyes met,

I felt like our souls spoke to each other

And it didn’t matter that we didn’t speak

Each other’s mother tongues.

All that was important to each of us was understood

In those moments our eyes eagerly locked…

Except that I’d always look away because

His gaze caused my face

To become a different shade…

Brighter and much hotter than a stranger,

I thought,

Should ever induce

As a reaction to him.

He made me blush even when he wasn’t looking

I’d feel his presence in the room

Before my eyes took notice.

I’d feel his aura the same way

One sees a rainbow for the first time –

It makes the world stop for a moment

As you take in its wonder –

You simply felt lifted.

Every time he was near

My heart would skip a few beats

And my breathing was unnecessary

Because being around him

Sustained the life in ME.

I remember the unexpected wave

He sent in my direction,

So that his band-mates wouldn’t see,

He waited to enter the building last,

As I sat outside and sipped my tea,

He smiled from a distance and just

Waved at me.

Without even thinking

That he was waving at another lady,

I waved back,

And he smiled and waved just a little longer

Than he had to…

A little signal just to say

“Hey, I see you…I feel you…our souls

have been forever embraced.”

The following day,

He came over to our table and said:

“Good evening Beauty,

May I sing you a song tonight?”

With cheeks splashed with crimson

I politely declined,

But it’s as if he knew I would

He said to his comrades,

“A song for a beautiful lady!”

And he sang to me.

I felt my heart stop

And my cheeks flush

And my stomach host a band of butterflies

But I couldn’t turn around to look at him…

Because I knew I’d see what I didn’t want

To stare back at me –

His beautiful wedding ring.


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