These are your presents: A Poem and a drawing of you as a puppy (note the extremely accurate expression)
Graceful support from one space, into another. A gentle surge from direction to destiny. A sacred flow, that gathers the eye, and guides the soul into places loftier, and more profound.
You are scruffy, slightly dusty, and have rather floppy hair. You have that boyish smile, those ceaseless hands, that enigmatic stare. I smile when I see you. Because I like you, just this way.
This strange understanding of you penetrates my inner chambers, makes me want to cover myself, hide the fragile state of my soul from your gaze. I see you far too clearly, which in turn, seems to expose hidden parts, of myself.
My hearts trembling beat. Unsteady feet. Peering at your photo like a guilty conscience aware of my repeating patterns. Your eyes are speaking so I like to listen, and blush.
It’s your eyes I notice. Slightly weary, slightly wise. Slightly able to hypnotize. Slightly jaded slightly glad a little bit happy, a little bit sad.
I love the startled squirrel. The never done. The fiercely focused. The secret smiling. The sentimental. The wise-ass and the wicked. The endlessly committed. The motor-head. The never led. The shy glance. The take-that-chance. The reckless and the rumpled. The salty and the startled. The learner and the learned. The religious but not converted. TheContinue reading “Aspects of you”
He is his own typewriter, words overlapping, anxious to be pages, in a well-thumbed story; re-told like a prayer, felt like an expletive. His hands tap his thigh. Keys making contact. Paper emerging from the line of fire, greatly changed, but proud of its, well-earned, type-face stripes.
He may never know how many of my hardest stories end with his laughter echoing in my head; reassurance that the sun will always find me. His gaze captured like a photograph, against the soundtrack of my beating heart. His hands forever linked, in my memory, with the word grace. Foolishly, his voice became my touchstone.Continue reading “Wishing on another lucky star”
It was so dead at work that they let me go home early. I also got a lift home from one of my co-workers. I have a whole extra 2 hours before I have to get to bed for opening shift tomorrow. I feel decadent. All day I thought on something I saw online thisContinue reading “Man of Tai Chi”
Piercing eyes a tilted chin and questions not spoken but sensed. There are stories inside you.
Beautiful man, Your fingers make restless patterns unseen, but intricate. You weave the air with each breath each wave of your hand a symphony of delicate snowflakes a blur of un-captured images floating gently from your fingertips.
I like you. The way you look at the ground, when you smile a real smile, instead of just a polite one. The satisfied expression that peeks out, when you have said it, just right. The way your hands drive your hair, into peaks and valley’s. The quiet of your mind, as you consider, theContinue reading “Contemplating your smile”
I love the unchained melody that wrestles in your gaze. Tempting fingers to your back, I sink into a haze. The sidewalk gets the sweetest smiles, your shyness blush away. (Oh, dear, I typed that secret out I didn’t mean to say.) I love the way you pierce the things that catch your eye makingContinue reading “Contemplation of a man”
I like the way you stand relaxed, yet, vulnerable. Your body taking up a space I’d like to occupy; to look into your unguarded gaze and dimple my smile, happy just to stand crookedly with you.
I would ask you on a date but I am as shy, as I am chatty. A contradiction in pajama pants with caterpiller questions and a soul preoccupied by laughter and the meaning of love, that most illusive rebel, whom poets adore, cynics hate, and men with 5 typewriters embody.
If I die from lack of oxygen it is all Keanu Reeves’s fault. I have never laughed so hard in my freaking life. http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/9a61ddd09f/interrogations-gone-wrong-keanu-reeves-arrested-interrogated-and-really-pissed-off This is just wonderful. Try saying Keanu is emotionless now people. I am keeping this for the really bad days. He is the best straight man ever. “I’m Keanu Reeves” Yes,Continue reading “It’s all Keanu’s fault I can’t breathe right now”
The shadows are my favorite on a walking night. Dark and light mingling in some strangely beautiful vision I cannot look away from without a winsome sigh. and some slight longing for remembered days gone past, where the memory of your fingers intertwined with the impatience of my youth.
Dear Keanu, I happened upon an article online, that kinda annoyed me. It talked about your love life, your acting, your manner while being interviewed, as well as a host of other things meant to make fun of you or examine you like a frog on a table in science class. They even went soContinue reading “Open Letter to Keanu Reeves”
I cannot express how sqwee this makes me You can find this excellent T-shirt at Threadless.com under title: “This is not my Time Machine” by Boostr29 aka Lawrence Villanueva