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Begin
Smile
Arise with the sun
Or just before
5am upliftment
Darkness settled in sky
Potential resting on branches
Coasting through the air
Pulsing through arteries
Twist the spine
Roll the hips
Turn face over
Across the pillow
Atop the sheets
Visit resplendence resting
Peacefully tranquil
Quietly dreaming
Eyelids twitching in rapid movement
Neck gently pulsing
Awake next to unparalleled beauty
I admire her
Basking in the dim of dawn
Pale light cascading
From cheek to lip
From eyelid to jawline
Breath giving life
She is a sight to behold
I am blessed
To share these moments
Before the day
Before the busy
She awakes
With a gentle smile
Cheeks swell
Eyelids creek open
Greeting as if it was me
Holding her presence
In her dream state
As if I was always there
A simple good morning
A simple I love you
And we kiss
The birds stop singing
The sun comes up
There is purity in the air
Palms resting upon faces
Breaths in synchronicity
The day is ready to begin
I am uplifted by her presence
She is arisen by mine
We give life
We live love
We are thankful
For another day
Bathed in blessings
Birds sing their songs again
The sheets release me
Sleep welcomes her again
The day begins
…again.
Filed under: poems, the sweetst thing | Tags: 30/30, Love, NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month, Poem, Poetry
Love
I’d never understood
the real meaning of it
until I met her.
It looked like an accident, really.
A sequence of events unfolded
along with a small string of
unconventional decisions that led me there.
That pointed me in her direction.
It had to have been fate though.
I had given up on finding anything real.
I wouldn’t say it happened at first sight,
but she had my undivided attention
and would harbor my affection
in ways I never thought possible.
She led me down a whirlwind path
and straight up into the clouds.
It took me about a month to tell her.
We were sitting on the stairs
leading to her apartment.
I told her that I felt so happy
just being around her.
That I longed for her when she was gone.
That I worried when she was away.
I told her that I knew it was too early
and I knew she had to leave soon.
That I didn’t want to complicate things
more than we already had, but
I think I’ve fallen in love with you.
She squeezed my hand and
looked me long in the eye.
She could see that it was true.
She shed a single tear and we embraced.
In the silence I told her
she didn’t have to say it back,
that I understood if she needed more time,
I just needed to get it off my chest.
She just wasn’t ready.
After another month
of late-night phone calls and
being attached almost everyday,
we were sitting on the floor in her sister’s living room.
She placed her lips beside my right ear
and whispered the words
I love you too.
My breath escaped me,
water swelled in her eyes and
we embraced so long and so immense
our breath became one.
That was almost 14yrs ago.
Love is not an easy thing.
It is joyous.
It is liberating.
Most of all, it is comforting
to know that when you fall asleep at night
there is a spirit to share your dreams with.
Love is learning to surrender
in the moments where you feel the most vulnerable.
It is not giving up when you know
that the payoff for any treacherous journey
covered by dark clouds will be
a thousand folds more than you can imagine.
It is knowing that you are worthy
of everything you desire.
It is having the confidence to be yourself.
Love is something that you
have to learn through experience,
not through books or
even lessons from your grandfather.
When she spoke those words to me
I started to believe that I was worth more.
That cannot be measured by anything
except for the pumping of blood
through an organ that rests between your lungs.
We have grown and we have changed
as people over the years.
But we always knew that
we were meant to be,
so we put in the work.
We elevated one another when we needed it.
We gave each other the space when we needed it.
And we have grown strong like a tree
that graciously braves passing storms.
A broken branch, a few fallen leaves
but stronger with roots winding deep into the earth.
These days, when I wake up in the morning,
the warmth of her body lying next to me
is like a second sun rising.
I embrace her before I rise.
I exhale into her frame before I begin my day.
And kiss her gentle lips before I rest for the night.
These days, I understand the real meaning of Love
because she has been gracious
to learn it with me.
