Tick tock

Tick tock — the clock winds to our time.

I met you late at night, taxied to your place. Your words wooed me,  your letters… they humored me. And with that, I ended up wrapped in your sheets after breathing in mother nature laced.

Your lips traced my skin, traced my thighs and made me sigh. Your inner soul intertwined and demanded “you’re mine.”

Tick tock — the clock winds to our time.

Night 3 came upon me, this night our words filled the space, my womanhood allowed me to only taste. Another day passed and I met you again, but in a different way. It was, well is like a catalyst, this string and sting of emotion…energy that you transmit upon me.

Tomorrow, I want you to tomorrow. I want your joy, pleasure and sorrow. I treasure the moment my spirit met you. The way you whisper within my soul. You whisper to my wholeness. My shadow before you, for this you gawk. Your admiration leaves me pulsating for your rhythm.

Tick tock — the clock winds you, around me.

One, Two and Three

Yesterday, the frozen city sparkled in gold, green, red and white. The holiday spirit crept through the avenues, blocks and streets. Alcohol seeped through the cracks, filling the air with a stale smell. Laughter and stupidity dripped from the people’s mouths. Broken carols off tune filled the air. One round, two rounds and three. Some people knew nothing of their whereabouts. Others dancing and moving to the sounds of the beat. Atop of rooftops, on top of bars, on dance floors waxed with beer, you saw their feet shuffle and their mouths slur. More alcohol was poured. My insides were glowing and beaming. 

*Delivered* flickered my screen. One message, two messages and three. Next thing you know, I was on the subway. Going up, up to your town. Up one stop, two and times four. Two hours before the clock hits midnight, I’m almost at your door. My heels stomp the pavement, the men whistle, toot and holler. Buzzzzzzzz, I went up one flight, two flights and three. You stood in the doorway, tall, glowing and tired. I giggled and brushed your cheek with a kiss. Your smile made my inside warm. 
I unbundled and sat next to you. We briefly shared our day and then turned to the tv. We glared at it, sometimes it watched us. Exhaustion overwhelmed our bodies. In a moments time we were in your room stretched out. I laid there vulnerable. The light flickered and you took over my soul. Our souls danced, intertwined, and whispered; just once tonight. 

An excerpt from a letter I penned to you

 

…To begin, you must know that I have never been bewitched by someone’s spirit the way yours has bewitched mine. Was that intentional? I doubt it. Do I believe you are special? Yes, I am certain of it. I’m sure you are quite aware as well…

…I enjoy being in a place when you are also in that place. I enjoy hearing you, learning from you and just being. Your perspective matters to me…This is not because…This is due to fact that I am genuinely drawn to your personality, demeanor and physical being.

I write you because words unfold me best…

…you make me happy so I do not want to leave you alone. You are a good person and I yearn to do simple things with you. As humans, we are biologically wired to get into relationships, drawn into dangerous waters. I want to be there with you, I can deal with your absences…it makes sense to build a wall so you don’t fall…

…It’s almost as if I have known you before in another time and we have been rewarded the time again. We did not see this coming. I may seem unsteady and questionable yet, you are inexplicably drawn to me. I want you…I want to be there in your continuing growth, in my growth. I am not looking for someone to complete me I love who I am and who I am becoming. I adore who you are and who you are becoming. I want to see your fire, your flames, never go out.

I believe you are like magic and I want you too see me dazzle you.

You don’t run from the darkness, we must embrace it. We did not meet by accident. You must know this.

The one for you won’t run from you.

If I do not hear from you after you read this, I will be ok and understand I will be happy for the spark that went out, because it existed.

If I do hear from you after, I’d just want to lay near your chest and listen to you breathe with your hand entwined in mine, watching the water hit our beautiful city.

With passion,

D.

 

C

From light to darkness 

I shut you out 

I fell victim to insanity 

I ached for your touch , thoughts and taste 

I terrified you with my antics 

This life is not a circle but a semi circle. 

Around I go further away from you. Will you be my fire and let me fall back into you? Or will you just let me fall off the track?

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“You don’t remember how we met?”

When you wrote me this, I sat there quite dumbfounded. Then you shared how we met, my mind went through the many virtual file cabinets. Well, there it was one of my clearest memories….Your face was hidden, but your inner spirit dragged me towards you. In that time period, my mind was trapped by a demonic, wicked spirit that made me bruise time and time again. Thank goodness your spirit recognizes my healing.

That day, when I first saw your shape, I did not realize who you were; it was like something took over me, whispering in my ear that we were supposed to converse. Although, we never spoke again until that Sunday started the week.

Almost a year had passed…

Monday/Tuesday

I opened my eyes to whiteness. More than a 1,000 miles from you, I laid in the midst, in a mist of whiteness: comforter, pillows, walls, everything around me was as if I was in billows of white, smoke. The sound of the ocean hit my walls and I did not move. As I woke up, I reached for my iPhone to see what the world looked like outside the clouds I lay in.

I opened the application, and then a notification popped up in the right hand corner. You wrote me back. The night before, you complimented my beauty or the sea’s, you were never specific. I replied, “Thank you, as is your art.”

I still had no idea who you were, I thought you were a literal stranger… You invited me for coffee or drinks when I returned from my vacation, but I did not know your name. So I sat there pensively and then, eventually our conversation deepened. You started to reveal yourself to me. Those first replies, were not me, but my spirit again and again. Something took over me and whispered a sweet song to determine who you were. Your spirit whispered, “remember me?”

I did, vividly.

Tuesday night

Shortly after, my plane landed and my body appeared in your car. All of sudden, my physical body listened to your melodic voice. You spoke softly, you smiled secretly. We ate dinner, as if we always knew one another. We conversed that night until the shadows crept beneath us.

jueves 

You came, not in the literal sense but arrived. There was no turning back from this night. Margherita filled us and the NYC lights enchanted us. We shared pieces of our journeys and let our tongues become a vein that carried our spirit of gold. You were sold, for you invited me the night. I crept in your space, observing each inch of you. That night was timeless, I fell asleep in your arms and then woke up in your mist. Another, white comforter. My eyes wide and very aware of who laid next to me. I snuck off, your body awake and mind asleep. I made my way out of your creative lair.

When you awoke– you lettered, “Was last night a dream?”

It wasn’t.

sábado 

Sleepless, mindless, I fell into your bed again. I felt every piece of you touch my inner soul. Your voice comforted me, your touch calmed me, your spirit welcomed me.

lunes 

You’re a creator, a solver, a builder. Your affection is one–for it almost has me won over. I didn’t realize I had anything for you, but whatever I have I want it connected to your spirit.

I want to hear your beat and play you in my mind over and over again until the spirit drags me far away.

If you didn’t know, now you know that…baby you found me in the clouds.