My pink lips are chapped. A reflection of my current situation In an ocean full of water are my feet And I am parched as the desert without you ~Just L (January 14, 2018)
Love
Not Broken
And then came the day when her heart healed. Wounded, she thought it may never again quicken. Her friends and family loved her until her hollow organ steeled. She was destroyed, alas she was not broken. ~Just L (January 2, 2018) #abouthim Author's Note: 1 year, 10 months, 20 days of grieving is absolutely not … Continue reading Not Broken
Our Angels Must’ve Talked
Don’t know how we found each other Our angels must’ve talked “She likes the moon” “He does, too” “He doesn’t trust many” “She only lets in a few” “She’s been hurt” “He’ll make her whole” “He’s had a hard life” “She’s a young soul” “She loves the river” “He’s not one for the sand” “He … Continue reading Our Angels Must’ve Talked
Never Were We
You are strange And strangely familiar Cool as a night swim In the deep blue sea Gentle as the breeze That brushes my cheek Warm as cashmere Genuinely soft Sinewy, but not hard To reach, that is Dark but not mysterious I see you clearly We are not strangers Never were we -Just L (November … Continue reading Never Were We
Love Has No Ethnicity
Yesterday, at SFO, while waiting for my daughter to clear customs, a man with a luggage cart stacked with clear-tape wrapped luggage, approached me and asked if he could use my phone to make a call to his wife. He showed me the handwritten number (I recognized it as a Bay Area phone number) written … Continue reading Love Has No Ethnicity
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)
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)
“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)
Just L Poetry 