He and I are on the same frequency; He makes my toes curl. ~Just L (January 23, 2018)
poetry
Parched
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)
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
He Keeps Every One
He is a man of few words He keeps every one. ~Just L (December 15, 2017)
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
Civil War – A Battle in Progress
My body has become a battlefield The peace I have cultivated Within my sacred temple Is at war with my anxiety These long many months I’ve been assaulted Bloodied Rejuvenated Exalted Uncharacteristically low-balled Totaled Decimated Destroyed Inside this state There is no win Just moments before This campaign My sanctuary remained Sought after Logical Cultured … Continue reading Civil War – A Battle in Progress
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
Thoughts from a chair in France
Seeing all of the #grateful posts (on Facebook and other social media) and my own grateful posts of years’ past, I am simply grateful that I am in another season. I know my life looks extraordinary and too often extraordinarily easy. To those who know and love me, they know this isn’t necessarily so. Some … Continue reading Thoughts from a chair in France
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
Just L Poetry 