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

image

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.

Surreal Sublime

image

Deliberate, meditate, speculate, make my mind spin reaching all time highs, pushing me into the direction my heart desires, lets take each other higher. Be my co-muse, you inspire me, I inspire you. Brain patterns feeding off of each other exchanging thought processes, conversations with its core simply of depth. How did he send a match not only for my morals, but mirroring my goals?

Throbbing and aflame heart races, I’m sober but intoxicated. Overwhelm my soul, invade my mind and have it become one with yours. Challenge my being as I race to challenge yours back, attack it, even if only for the enhancement of I. Give me the best highs, your love I can feel settling, festering.

Multiple levels, intimacy through our thoughts, takes me to places I’ve grown tired of going to alone. Twice gasm, can you triple that? I’ll make it a dare and you can bet that. It’s like I’m watching myself making your toes curl from my intellect. Carry me higher, seeing pink hues, amazing nirvanas, and sweet taboos; this is a first, falling for the likes of you.

Well, I say, passive-agress-him, I can make you lullaby, elevating you to see hues of blues, scents of your tranquility sends me, pushing me to whisper words like, “I love you”.

Jackson V. Tesfaye

image

Lost in melody, Michael Jackson crooning about being a stranger in Moscow, had me think, correction, connect this aura with Abel Tesfaye a.k.a The Weeknd’s music, specifically his third track on his latest mix tape, “Montreal”, the second largest city in Canada, as well as, Tesfaye’s country; the most cultured city in Canada.

I’ve personally listened to Tesfaye’s “Montreal” intensively since the debut of “Ecohes Of Silence”, releasing December 21st, 2011, but I downloaded “Stranger in Moscow”, as I was hearing it on the radio one evening.

“Stranger In Moscow” had me going back and forth between the two soul felt pieces. “Montreal” has a concrete Jackson vibe, however with a more updated twist as Tesfaye sings not only in English, but French as well; telling a story about a woman who gave to much of herself to soon, resulting in him losing interest as there were no mystery to her left, despite his hopes for them. The jazzy tune could have indeed been Jackson’, if one had not known any better. Tesfaye was most definitely influenced by Jackson.

“Stranger In Moscow”, speaks upon a loneliness that someone is feeling, so alone it is as if they are in a foreign country.

The vibes both tracks harmonize to my soul magnetically lures me; quite beautiful.

Another point that caught my attention was both Jackson and Tesfaye chosen foreign cities to myself and most of America, both starting with “M’s”, in return, left me intrigued as to why the geniuses chosen Moscow and Montreal.

One forty-nine in the morning, and I’m awake playing these two tracks, forth and back, as if,  I am trying to find a hidden meaning that was meant solely for me.