Love Letter - My Final Thought of the Day

Curled like a half moon at the edge of the bed, white sheets like clouds, she reaches out to cup the cheeks of her mug resting by her bedside. Her palms reminiscing how your face felt pressed against it the other night. She brings it forward to sip, as if to kiss. The taste of the fruits of summer flow into the thin opening of her pursed lips. 

In quiet darkness, she recalls the sound of your voice. In an instant she is transported to the bank of still waters in an unspoiled paradise somewhere during the fall. The leaves crackle underneath her as she rests her palms on the ground, propping herself up to soak in the moonlight. A light night wind blowing your name into her ears.

She wipes a glance across her bed, watching it grow exponentially into a field of sunflowers and stargazer lilies. Imagining you sleeping on yellow petals as if you were in a sea of sunshine. She imagines she would lay beside you and spoon you from behind if only to nuzzle your neck until you wake. Alas, she merely sits on the bed beside a pillow with an echo or your scent.

Any and every thought inevitably leads her to back to you. Such a bittersweet sort of pining. Such a tender ache. Wanting nothing but to run her hands all over you to slowly rub away the stresses of the days that have passed. Thumbs rubbing the temples of your wrist to soothe your hands and ready them for another day of wafting clouds and plucking stars.

Until the time she sees you again, she sits content to touch you with her mind. Writing love letters in the dead of the night so you may wake knowing you are her final thought at the close of everyday.

Goodnight darling.

A Love Letter - "Su bebé"

I woke up in the dead of the night with a poem in my heart for you. Here it goes:


Venir aqui el amor. Leave the cold room and lay in my warm sheets.


Venir aqui el amor, face me and lay across my lap. Let me hold you like a Spanish guitar.


Let me glide my fingers effortlessly from the top of your neck to the bottom of your spine.The ridges like frets, my fingering changing as they walk the mile of your back.


Come and let us sing in breaths and moans as my lower arm rests on the dip of your hips while I strum your back and kiss your lips.


Let's make beautiful music in the night while the lonely moon peeps through the window, envious of us.


Ven aquí y déjame que te amo.


Su bebé


Venir aqui el amor (come here my love) y déjame que te amo (and let me love you)
Su bebé (Your baby)

Lullabye

There is a slow unfolding drama in the way the first beams of dawn softly illuminate her face. I like waiting for that moment, i love the play of the shifting-shape-shadows on her body. I am captivated by the effect of the changing light on her skin,on her face,of the transformation of hues from moonlight silver to to dusk blue. Then the sun begins to show it's face and mixes all the colors up to a warmer pale-gold-morning. Her skin seems so much softer and warmer to touch under that light.

She sleeps. She sleeps so deeply as if waiting for true love's kiss. If only she could see through my eyes sometimes and understand the inexplicable experience I have when I look at her like this. Its so sad how she will never know how she is like this,sleeping like a baby.

Like an eye in the sky.I see us like this. I imagine it to be quite picturesque. Our bodies beside each other, like an image in the mirror, oppositely symmetrical. I alive at night, she alive in the morning. I dream with my eyes open, she dreams with her eyes closed. Together, equally resting with our limbs crossed like fingers hoping.