Their Smiles Betrayed Their Reasoning

They met on a beach
Not at home but not on vacation

Talked about life, relationships, and music
Found they had much in common

Nothing at stake they were vulnerable and open
Isn’t that the way it is in the beginning?

Over the months they made plans to reunite
And did on several occasions

Super Bowl, on holiday, birthday tattoo
Made a point to connect in every season

In between, plain texts gave way to kissing emojis
Interspersed with sweetie, babe, or hun

Each time they kissed goodbye
Just a little longer lingering

Acting as if it would never work
Their smiles betrayed their reasoning

~ Just L (November 17, 2018)

Willa

The windows rattled but I was not shook;
Your strong arms, my protection.
Reminded of your house’s strong foundation;
I settled in to the kiss of rain’s affection.

As the waves crashed in this Cabo Corrientes cove,
We found our own native rhythm.
Skin to skin we crackled;
Was it the lightning or him?

You drug the boat back into the southernmost (of Bahía de Banderas)
In the calm of the morning light.
We headed toward the rainbow;
God’s blessing, our delight.

~ Just L (October 26, 2018)

Yelapa, Mexico, as we were alerted of Willa’s approach. Video courtesy of Romeo Tovar Chavarin.

Author’s Note: My great niece, Willa, turned 1 this month. Coincidence?

Prelude to a Kiss

I glance at my phone and feel a little thrill
“Hi sweetie!” I last saw him in April
Ah yes, I was getting my birthday tattoo
“It’d be great if we could get together”
“I look forward to seeing you, too.”

***

We meet at my favorite dinner spot
I’m playing it cool, yet feeling hot
We order a truly fine Baja wine
Share risotto and crème brûlée
Flirtatious innuendos pass the time.

***

“Does this bother you?”
I read the screen and laugh, “No.”
His hand is in my waist-length hair
Sitting in the seat in front of him
I know something’s in the air.

***

Sipping whisky with the dancers
They ask me questions, I answer
I turn, ‘Hey Handsome did I mention…”
He runs his hand up my thigh
Reminds me he’s paying attention.

***

Walking into the cool night air
A little tipsy, without a care
We slip into the backseat
He leans in to grab my face
Our mouths at last meet.

~Just L (September 29, 2018)

Author’s Note: You know how I love a good kissing poem, and a good kisser.

Trembliiing

She notiiiced the tremors were getttting worse

This terrrrified her

She had always relied on her intelllligence

Yet this requiiired her hands to work

After all, for 25 years she has writttten for a liviiing

But after her BMW kissssed a freight truck last November

Before that delightful triiip to Italy and France

To write about love and wiiine and her passion for hiiigh fashion

She had to hiiire an editor.

~Just L (September 28, 2018)

Reflection

When we look out on the world;
We see what is inside of us.

I see beauty;
Largely kindness;
So much love;
And mindfulness.

Not jealousy:
Rarely sadness;
Never bitter;
All gratefulness.

~Just L (February 22, 2017)

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I am Not a Tourist Destination

Please don’t arrive as a tourist;
I’m not interested in a day use pass.
No overnight camping allowed;
I don’t care to be tomorrow’s trash.
Of course, I enjoy tropical vacations in exotic locations;
Yet, I prefer the finer things built to last.
A lifetime of quiet moments and intimate adventures;
With one bold affirmation, “You are my ride or die match.”

~Just L (Originally penned, November 5, 2016)

E’er Wooing Me Back

I have so many lovers.
It is hard to keep track.
France, Italy, Mexico, Belize;
E’er wooing me back.

Some are as warm as the sun.
A few as cool as the sea breeze.
Others are marble statues.
More of a tease.

A buffet of delight.
They each have their taste.
Spicy as Indian cardamom.
Soft as Venetian lace.

I have so many lovers.
I will never lack.
Memories and wanderlust;
E’er wooing me back.

~Just L (January 27, 2018)