Not One Love But Two

She read of love and soul connections
Wished upon stars in faraway galaxies
Seeking the place she belonged
Immersed herself in volumes of self-discovery
Practiced what the ancients preached
And gave herself freely but not frivolously

She flew across oceans and continents
Embraced culture and ingested local delights
She courageously fought personal wars
Sat on church pews praying for the light
Wore high heels in battle zones
And tucked herself in at night

She felt pulled before it came into view
As if they’d had a thousand lives together
Hearts already holding a conversation
Her journey for the one an elegant detour
Delighting not in one love but two
And worth every bit of fight in her

For my son
And my daughter

~Just L (May 13, 2018)

How do you wish to be kissed?

If you know anything about me. You know I have an affinity for kissing poetry. What better way to do research than to sample a few? I announced my intention, and they lined up on cue. The first bit and was too aggressive. The second had the softest lips. Next was the darting tongue. No one wants to be kissed like a fish! As the fourth pressed in I placed my fingers on his mouth, and guided, “Like this.” The first wanted to try again. Yet, again, he missed. The fifth in line promised me a very good time. His breath reeked of turpentine, and I politely declined. Feeling discouraged I smooched six and seven. They were pleasant, falling short of heaven. Eight smelled great. Chapped lips no bueno. Nine eagerly stepped up to give it a go. I don’t know what that was, but um, no! Ten appeared promising, eyes twinkling. Gently touching my maw, breathing me in. I felt woozy, tongue-tied and frozen. And as I was about to declare it a win, you I saw. You had not been in the running at all. You approached me, then stalled. I studied your face with anticipation. “You’re doing it all wrong,” you insisted. A little put off, I resisted. You came in closer purposely crowding my space. Your right hand rose to caress my face. Simultaneously, my curiosity piqued and feeling pissed. Upper lip resting on my Cupid’s bow, you whisper breathily, “How do you wish to be kissed?”

[Your response here]

~Just L (May 12, 2018)

The Different Tyoes of Kissers There Are

It All Makes Sense

Sight

Downy fine hair on my shoulders
The indented crease down your spine
Crooked pinky finger I smashed in a door
How your face twists when you say “It’s fine.”

Sound

I live and breathe with words
However clever, dating by text fizzles
The sound of your climax I imagine
Your voice’s intonation sizzles

Smell

Our nose runs when we’re aroused
The secret of true love, Olfaction
Your scent renders me tongue tied
The delicious chemistry of attraction

Taste

Your full mouth on mine
And light bites I do savor
You crave my sweet juice
Our love has a discerning flavor

Touch

Your spine tingling finger tips
Create deep and profound memories
Our sensual connection palpable
How do we release this intensity?

Sense

Each feels the same as the other
Reconnected with our soul’s essence
Sharing a similar energy
We awaken each other’s purpose

Timing is everything
And, mysterious

~Just L (May 11, 2018)

Feeling Our Way Home

After this much time has passed, we are unsure our love will last. Your words I hardly recognize, whereas our eyes once mesmerized. Your touch feels automatic, unfamiliar. Our hearts separated by an impenetrable glacier. Your face is far from my outstretched hand; exploring your body as a strange land. Perhaps we need a map for navigation — A how-to-guide to fix the connection; A way to communicate what we mean; A favorite song or a time machine. Reminding me of the last time when I was yours and you were mine. Labored breathing is all we have to say. Afraid to admit we may have lost our way. Yet, your legs are wrapped around me as if we are heaven-bound.

~Just L (May 3, 2018)

NAPOWRIMO Day 28: Postcard to My Love from the Train

NAPOWRIMO Day 28: Postcard to My Love from the Train 1EF31F79-32B7-422D-B336-092D15CD27F4

I am on the train now, my  Love. I already miss how your neck smells. The way you look at me and whisper, “You are mine.” Your laugh thrills. I forgot my book. I have only the memories of our time together to keep me. In my top ten, the picnic on the museum grounds will forever be. That, and the mountain with the clouds above. Hopefully, this photo will serve as a reminder. It was my favorite. Now, I am counting the hours until we see each other – 2,059. Hours since I last kissed you – 4. Hours before I arrive at my destination – 6. Hours I will love you – Forever more.

~Just L (April 28, 2018)

Author’s Note: NaPoWriMo Prompt – Draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard. If you need some inspiration, why not check out some images of vintage postcards?

NAPOWRIMO Day 27: Here Kitty Kitty

NAPOWRIMO Day 27: Here Kitty Kitty…

Oh how I love thee at my feet, Shadow

You are my faithful companion

Watchful, finicky, lovable

I love thee quiet self-assurance

Mysterious and fierce, yet playful

I love you freely, as the world is at war

I love thee purely when you purr

We, creatures with independent spirits

Our classic good looks attract admirers

You shall have a jeweled collar, yellow

To match my robe and sunflower

Care to share these sweet and nutty seeds?

I love thee a delicious healthful nibble

That ensures my locks and skin stay radiant

I love that thee call me lively, querent

Did you notice my wand is growing leafy?

My, this crown is a heavy responsibility

Lighter without two lions sitting on my skull

I shall but love thee better in my lap, dear fellow.

Just L (April 27, 2018)

Author’s Note: NaPoWriMo Prompt Pick a card (any card) from this online guide to the tarot, and then to write a poem inspired either by the card or by the images or ideas that are associated with it.

I selected the Queen of Wands.

Queen of Wands