Your words serve as a breather;
Your voice a lullaby;
Nothing sweeter.
You soothe anything awry;
Washing away anxiety;
A full body sigh.
Your laughter a beautiful symphony;
You strike a major chord;
Ever swaying me.
~Just L (February 9, 2018)
Your words serve as a breather;
Your voice a lullaby;
Nothing sweeter.
You soothe anything awry;
Washing away anxiety;
A full body sigh.
Your laughter a beautiful symphony;
You strike a major chord;
Ever swaying me.
~Just L (February 9, 2018)
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)
#abouthim
All the world is our wild playground
A love song in every little sound
Embracing shades of gray
Awash in sunshine everyday
Anywhere we wander is not wrong
Co-crafting our narrative in song
An adventure need make no sense
Creating a life on three continents
Behold an extraordinary belonging
Lovely is the sweetness of our longing
The birds and the bees are a bit jealous
Of this beautiful thing called us
~Just L (NaPoWriMo, April 12, 2017)
I.
“Where are you bb?” Your very first words.
At the end of the night your angel had flown away like a bird.
“I’m here why did you go… without saying good bye?”
Drunk on martinis and moonlight, I didn’t recall why!
You’d already fallen for me.
And, for you, I fell from the sky.
II.
You said we’ll make music together, write poems line by line.
You’ll cook for me, while I pour the wine.
How did you know the way to my heart in such a short time?
We planned to party all night and stare at the same moon.
And when you surprised me with a yacht, how could I not swoon?
I am reeling and feeling something anew.
You cannot die from an overdose of satisfaction, can you?
III.
More (a)musings coming soon.
~Just L (March 15, 2017)
There is a place by the westward sea — salty sweet. Reggae jazz floods the sidewalk. One Rasta man and an empress — eyes meet. Where the darkest night met the light. And, a new day began.
-Just L (February 25, 2017)