Sweet October

Oooh sweet October, you’re here, baring crisp cool weather that makes it okay to indulge in my sick obsession for scarfs and socks, allowing Breast Cancer awareness to make itself even more aware, the color pink being seen everywhere, celebrating twenty two days into you, my first breath, seven days after, my mother’s first breath. October you have always been my favorite. Even your name is different from the others. You tell everyone that hot chocolate and spiced cider are the drinks to rave about. Apple picking season has arrived, just don’t forget about your pumpkins, craving scary and goofy faces to call “Jack O Lanterns.” Oktoberfest!!! My German roots wont be tapped into at the festival in San Diego this year, but ill be sure to load up on sauerkraut and brew! And without fail October, you present me with new opportunities on your first day. Every October. To jumpstart your greatness I’ll be wearing an all black ensemble with my favorite scarf… the pink Aztec one, I’ve only been wanting all year for you!

Defeat From Ugly Feets

Seen this girl today. Wouldn’t even call her a girl the way her body moved. Seen a Amazon who clearly was taken out of her forest, today. Pondered more than I should have on if you would prefer her than me. Depicted this Amazon stranger as if I had the right.

Her hips and thighs moved when she moved and the shirt thar graced her very back I owned the same one, only mines was in black. Her hair weave, twenty six inches of greatness and skin the same color as mines, my hurt began to ache with the quicken pace because I know, no shadow of doubts you would have preferred her to me.

No, her feet weren’t pretty like mines, eyes not even twice as daring like mines, she ain’t even have a book in her hand like me but I was overwhelmed with this… she.

I felt she was better than me. I felt if I just looked like that or if I could change this, there would be no shadows clouding my mind.

I could no longer concentrate on my book because this pretty skin, ugly foot, earphones in, heavenly shaped Amazon stranger had stolen my man.

Imprint

After reading French love letters from a different century, it creates a feeling that they are from you to me. Je tadore. Tu me fascines. Je’ taime. 

Gazing eyes that stare into mine, I feel them dissecting and I divert my attention to a blank wall, the connection too surreal, kindred, you are to me.  No greater bond will be formed than this one, deep rooted standing before.

A blank canvas with some captivating strokes, embark upon it, fill it up and mold me into your own. Open me up and allow it be sowed. Took off our cool, now I see you in me and myself in you. Only tip toed on love, never really felt the wholeness, but you have immersed and blessed me.

You are beautiful to me, the way you speak, the connections of how you think.

My God, I uphold your essence as if it was bore upon me, my gawd.

Tempête Faire la Coquette

Day breaks and the essence of love flows through. The fire that is made starts the day and fills the room. Acting like adults checking emails and paying bills, yet and still mindlessly finding ways for smiles to grace our faces. Tickle mania and makeout sessions while not focusing on comedy specials and romance movies, again allowing loves essence to get us full. Something to cool off, favorite Ben & Jerry’s beckoning our call. Do you hear that? Thunder, baby! Run out in sweats and flops for the sky to greet one another, still with pints of ice cream in our hands. The sky claps louder and our anxiety builds faster for the storm bound to come. Harder and harder the wetness beats down upon us dancing and laughing in the middle of the street, holding hands we’re moving to our own beat. Smile baby, the sky is lighting up, look at it taking pictures of us. The sky’s music grows louder as if it was right in our ear. Racing in doors we peel off our clothes and let the warmth of this water trickle between our bodies. Steaming up soul meeting soul, my body becoming one with yours, this is just another Friday, still anticipating to spend many more.