Seeing all of the #grateful posts (on Facebook and other social media) and my own grateful posts of years’ past, I am simply grateful that I am in another season. I know my life looks extraordinary and too often extraordinarily easy. To those who know and love me, they know this isn’t necessarily so. Some … Continue reading Thoughts from a chair in France
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I Don’t Want To Think About You
I recall the way I touched your hand. I have not forgotten how you smell. I remember the way you looked at me. Together we tasted sweetness, and fell. Music reminds me of the times we shared. I don’t want to think about you. But I hope you are well. ~Just L (November 5, 2017) … Continue reading I Don’t Want To Think About You
Armor is not Amore
The excitement of being ‘his’ faded when lights weren’t on him. In that space between stage-light and candlelight. This ate at me, but I couldn’t figure it out. Figured he, too, needed a safe retreat from the world. He was a typical friendly and popular figure. Atypically handsome, strong, and kind. He was the perfectly … Continue reading Armor is not Amore
Aches
He touched me in places I had avoided for most of my life. The scar on my belly — The muffin top with jelly — My too busy brain — So where I had once experienced pain now interestingly aches. ~Just L (October 16, 2017)
Mistake I Made
There was a time when all I wanted was for you to see the mistake you made. In time, all I saw is the mistake I made. ~Just L (October 13, 2017) #abouthim
Our Union An Oeuvre
When I need the warmth of an embrace Cadence of words, sweet reassurance Your luscious mouth my wounds erase Blowing rhythmically lifting my stance Under moonlight sharing a dance Pressing the small of my back’s curve Inhaling your vetiver fragrance Our union an Oeuvre! ~Just L (A Ballade, October 9, 2017)
But, we didn’t get to wake up to the end of the story…
The Las Vegas shooting terrorized more than concert goers as active shooters were reported down the strip as far as Caesars Palace. For those who say, but you weren't at the concert (dismissing thousands of people's terrifying experience), "Yes, but we didn't get to wake up to the end of the story..." Here's my short … Continue reading But, we didn’t get to wake up to the end of the story…
September Heat
Roosters crow As the sun burns through The rain drops timidly Pouring intermittently From the plantation chair on my terrace The church is in view 88 feels like 103 80% humidity Nothing sticks to me But you ~Just L (September 19, 2017) Published in the October 2017 Blender of Love Digest.
“All will be fine love”
Thank you for saying "All will be fine love"... When my world is burning down. In the middle of a hurricane, underwater. When I've fallen to the ground. Sometimes it's all I need to hear. And it means everything. ~Just L (September 12, 2017)
Not Bitter At All
I am delighted to find Exactly where my lips Tasted salty And you were sweet To me Where we laughed As the sea whipped our hair And these many months Have not changed your kindness Or how much I care I am thrilled to discover We are co-creators Of our fate On my tongue The … Continue reading Not Bitter At All
Just L Poetry 