Anticipating

There, there, my love

See how the gap bridges in

Distance is fading, time is nigh

The genesis of our union,

One full of awe and purpose

It’s happening, I see you soon

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The giddiness of potential

Oh, what an unfolding, we behold now

The realization of loving and being in love

Thus far we have come

Thus far the Lord has brought us

The Lord has been good and faithful

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Anticipation is an understatement

See my body, ever so eager

Arms mimicking an embrace

My shoulders, they prepare,

A resting place for your head

And my heart, ever jumpy like an anxious puppy

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We have known for a while

That we’re worth each other’s time

We’ve cultivated a garden

That bears fruits of love

To say I love you is not enough

But I’m forever thankful that we found each other

While Minding My Business

A fortnight later

And he’s gifted me

A glimmer of hope

This, while simply minding my business

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He could be the one

But he often disappears

Then I’m left to ponder

My only warning, being a moment’s notice

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Then he reappears

As if to make amends

My heart jumping with joy

As if to tell me, “Didn’t I say so?”

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Who does he think he is?

Leaving me in disarray

Telling me about his day

Then gone in a whiff

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I better stay calm

Guard this heart of mine

Lest she warms up to him

For the grandest of falls

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A fortnight to come

I may be left morose

And so maybe it’s time

To dish out my trusty detachment

Intimacy

We won’t understand intimacy

Till we’ve known loss

With every passing second

Grief is closer

Waiting to invite herself

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We may never understand grief,

For life in its entirety.

With many days yet to be realized,

The complexity only expands

And she will only go, when you do.

INDIGO

Don’t Let Me Down

Don’t let me down 

Begs the rose flower

That dares to stand out 

In the many red and lush 

Don’t let me down 

Begs the resilient rose

Fighting the inevitable withering 

In tepid moisture and a vase turning coffin 

Making Love To A Minimalist

Walls

THE FOREIGNER

–3/5–

She speaks, I listen and stare in wonder,

Poised, a whim of the moment,

Why can’t I see that this is me?

She is a voluptuous figure, curves back then mistaken to be extra pounds,

Beautiful and alluring, très étonnante, c’est moi,

The day has arrived, a whole new woman,

A free spirit, ready to delve in new beginnings,

The sad memories of the past have been shattered to pieces,

Hope for the future, is in her that I see and admire,

She has seen the best in me, helping me to my feet

But, why can’t I see that she is I?

She watches her muse, and I listen to my teacher

She claps and out of exhilaration screams at me, she is proud.

The lonesome nights will be no more, gloomy mornings have been replaced

It’s sheer bliss, he that couldn’t see the good in me, she has seen

She is I, C’est moi,

Ponder I may, but I know better, now that she is here

I’ve been cradled for long; I woke up a new woman

I kick my heels off,

Sway my body side to side,

Hugging my curtains, serenading my wall paintings,

There’s desperation to go on,

*THUMP*!

Falling down to the carpet, I can’t help but laugh at myself.

Boy oh boy, what now!