Some believe my sigh is a sacred hymn
And my laugh the sound of angels
My magic is not for everyone
Inner gangster strong
Swag but never swerves
Built to make (wo)men come unnerved
I am a very fine spirit
An acquired good taste
Should you value appreciation
My heart the ultimate destination
Some people think I’m too much
They would be absolutely right!
~Just L (July 31, 2016)
Published in the October 2016 Blender of Love Digest.
Miles apart they soared together
A pilot and a magnet
Unlikely poles attracting each other
~Just L (July 22, 2016)
Your brilliance snags me but for only a moment. A passing star on a journey which I cannot abide. Here I stand in awe as you fade from my sight only to ponder the journey that lies ahead for those who catch a glimpse of your path…
~Adam (A little note for Just L from the best martini mixologist in Capitola, CA, July 2016)
“Love Letters” are letters to or from Just L periodically pulled from the vault.
He cruised in on a forty foot sailboat
Sun kissed, salty and sweet
Yet his excitement was hard to hide
For behind his serene smile and sparkly eyes
His heart raced like a Geiger counter inside
A wandering romantic, he never skipped a beat
~Just L (July 22, 2016)
Author’s Note: Roaming across the map, he landed next to me in a bar in Capitola. Sitting on the stool to his right I could take his pulse without ever touching him. Before now I had never been close enough to experience a mechanical aortic valve ticking… I bet he loses at poker every time!
The brochure read.
“Never woke up in a dorm bed,”
Thought bubble over her head.
“I’ve got to meet for a run,” he said.
It was 22 years since she graduated;
So, she skipped the walk of shame.
Blame it on Rio.
~Just L (July 12, 2016)
Author’s Note: US Olympic Trials – Track & Field, Historic Hayward Field, Eugene, OR)
Published in the August 2016 Blender of Love Digest.
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.
~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 Thou