Being Led

There is something about a man taking my hand and leading me somewhere, anywhere for the purposes of connection, seduction, or abduction…  Add that kissing in the closet concoction: Absolutely delicious.

(Gah! Perfection.)

~Just L (found poem, June 10, 2014)

Author’s Note: I have always been a sucker for summer love. As a teen our annual family vacations were often split between California beaches and camping at the lake. Because, by their very definition, summer romances aren’t meant to last very long, there is a sense of urgency in them – a rushed intimacy. Not to mention the fact that your entire memory of any summer romance will have taken place in that initial “honeymoon” phase that marks the beginning of all relationships. That time when the other person is totally fascinating and can do no wrong. It makes the “love” seem ideal, with memories unlike any other. As an adult, whether single or in a relationship, I  still seek out the magic of a sexy, sun-kissed summer fling!

Being Led and A Waxing Crescent Kiss were published in the July 2014 Blender of Love Digest

“Two lovely pieces by Just L” –Kirk , Blender-Keeper

Also enjoy three summer pieces published in the August 2014 Blender of Love Digest

Kissing Art Thoucouple on river
Sizable Questions
Missing Me

But who’s counting?

670 days ago you spotted me downtown strolling in that long summer red dress. 534 days since our first date and subsequent whirlwind romance where we slipped briskly into an intimacy from which [we] never recovered. (F. Scott Fitzgerald) 950,400 seconds later I first tasted your mouth. One month and a day later you told me you were falling in love with me. One year, four months minus 4 days since I first told you I loved you under the New Year stars. 307 days ago we shared an exquisite storm and silly laughs with your boy on a dusty trail. 8 months since I knew that I knew that I knew I could build a lifetime with you. 186 days since we chewed on cheese sandwiches under the sun in the city park before a concert. 140 days ago we celebrated your nerves reconnecting, long after sparks flew between us. 78 days later I can still recall you looking at me with those most endearingly kind, googly eyes. But who’s counting?

~Just L (April 27, 2016)

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How to (almost) Kiss

NaPoWriMo Day 19:  Many years ago, “didactic” poetry was very common – in other words, poetry that explicitly sought to instruct the reader in some kind of skill or knowledge, whether moral, philosophical, or practical. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write the latter kind of “how to” poem – a didactic poem that focuses on a practical skill. Hopefully, you’ll be able to weave the concrete details of the action into a compelling verse. Also, your “practical” skill could be somewhat mythological, imaginary, or funny, like “How to Capture a Mermaid” or “How to Get Your Teenager to Take Out the Garbage When He Is Supposed To.” Happy writing!

There are volumes of works written on kissing
It has been many a poet’s favorite subject
The way it feels, the reeling, the heart palpatations
What he or she smells like when you catch your breath
Enough to eventually, after a long wait, make an inhalation
But for all of the romance of the first kiss,
Kisses desired, to kiss frank, even practicing*
The practical is often missed
So without further ado, allow me to instruct you
On “How to Kiss”

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2016 Phil Draws

This is a lesson you don’t want to miss
A practical skill that may make her forget
If you forgot your anniversary or her birthday
I promise you surrender still yet
I offer you the codified secret of lip service
Start with a sincere compliment
And if you can’t think of one let alone many
Well, best you just get on your way
Leave her to a real man for some other day
If by now you have determined you are not a lout
Direct your admiring comments toward her pout
Then, caress her face; Move in slowly, and “Hey!”
“Are you paying attention?” Retreat
Yes breathe, take her all in, my sweet
With your eyes, silly
Appreciate her unique quality
Today’s women are strong and smart and capable
We want a man who can, and will, take the lead
Don’t be in such a hurry for your maws to meet
Hear me again: Hold the small of her back
Caress the nape of her neck (unless she has a weave!)
If your lips are chapped, you better have an A-Team distraction
And if you had onions and garlic for dinner, you might as well retire
For this lack of planning alone could ruin the attraction
She needs to be thinking, “Whoa whoa what is happening?”…
And when your mouths finally greet, do not consume her with greed
Find the balance between intention and anticipation
Every woman of every size wants to feel both delicate and desired
Master this and you will be ahead of the rest of your breed

But, let us return to the thick of the plot
If you’ve come this far you are ready for the lesson now…
There are no magic do’s and do not’s
There is nothing on this earth as impractical as kissing
Try as you might, it is not something that can be taught
Still, I’d sacrifice myself over and over anyhow
After all, I am simply another romantic poet
Not the kissing Tao.

~Just L (April 19, 2016)

*The First Kiss by Kim Addonizio
Kisses Desired by William Drummond of Hawthornden
To Kiss Frank by Dorianne Laux
Practicing by Marie Howe

Parting Lips

NaPoWriMo Day 1: Today, I challenge you to write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. Happy writing!

 

Kiss me forever

Before dawn

Or last time ever

~Just L (April 1, 2016)