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 babe 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.


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)

What if… *mind blown*

What if the reason for meeting him (#1) was that the Universe made sure he (#1) abruptly broke it off with me knowing I would seek a beach in Mexico for solace and meet him (#2) who would ensure I would return and entice me to stay just long enough to meet him (#3) who had not yet arrived?

*mind blown*

~Just L (September 27, 2018)

Day 584 (or 1 year, 7 months, 7 days)

11:11 am

I step out of the shower
Conscious not to slip on the tile
I glance at the microwave
11:11, it blinks
Make a wish
If only I could go back to that grateful poem
The one I wrote in January, I think
I select a pink dry-fit dress
Put my hair in a high pony
Anti-aging eye cream in spite of the humidity

1:08 pm

The heat of the day beats down on my shoulders
The convertible top down and the wind in my hair
I am headed on a picnic with friends
Where hummingbirds linger just a little longer than elsewhere
The water tastes of Hibiscus
A trio of shrimp tacos is delicious
The scent of summer rain is heavy in the air
My friends smoke a joint and laugh without a care
I retreat to my own thoughts for a while
And mimic listening.

5:25 pm

I stare at my computer screen
Trying to calculate the extortion rate of my life and love
Or trying to write a business plan for a client
Pretty much the same thing at the moment
There is no poetry in this task
I grieve the immense loss of a place I once had
Before trust was shattered, afore I dared ask
My resilient thick skin is wearing thin
I start to cry
Must I fight vulnerability? Do I give up or give in?

8:25 pm

Right now I am thankful for the rain shower head
I wash my hair as if I am shooting a commercial
I need these 5 minutes however superficial
If I had a bathtub I’d likely sell suds swimsuits
Sauvignon Blanc meet Mr. Bubble
I meticulously shave to remove all stubble
Why do women go through this ritual?
As if I expect a suitor to knock at my door
We’re nowhere near the fun, f*ck, and eat stage
A worn out sleep T is hardly a magic elixir.

1:16 am

For the first time in many weeks I’m relaxed
Sunk deep into the goose down mattress topper
I feel both heavy and high
In that moment before falling fast asleep
When the anesthesiologist tells you to count backwards from 10
9, 8, 7….
Right before I drift to Never-never Land
I feel a cool breeze graze the fine hairs on my spine
I smile
Everything is going to be just fine.

~Just L (September 27, 2018)


Those eyes so soft and kind
Reflect a different set of mind

Once enticing your kitten
By all accounts I was smitten

A hundred yard stare replaced
The smiling crinkles of a happy face

Among crocodiles you’re swimming
In a sea of love drowning

Unattainable your heart’s desire
When integrity hangs by a wire

I watch the full moon relieved
You are the only one deceived.

~Just L (September 26, 2018)


I Made A Man Coffee This Morning

I made a man coffee this morning;
Something in that comforting.

Watched him drink it over conversation
Much to my elation.

It’s been awhile since I started my day
In this simple ritualistic way.

It’s how I envisioned my life
Once upon a time.

Sharing over a cup of joe
Being intimately in the know.

I made a man coffee this morning;
Something in that comforting.

~Just L (September 23, 2018)

Author’s Note: For Shane