A sting reaches our eyes as we collect
salt and mist from the unchartered sea knowing where we’ve been, knowing where it will lead.
Glimpses of our future
pepper through the days of our past on that boat sailing against the breeze, wondering which of our days will last.
Mirroring smiles reflect
how we take on the world: you take the wheel while I navigate the sails furled.
Wherever the wheel guides us
on this grand adventure, with our hands holding each other tight we’re bound on this journey together.
we were an unsinkable ship,
built to sustain any injury thrown our way, or so we said.
cast into the dark,
yet illuminated with infinite possibilities.
suddenly slipping through our fingers
the bitter cold quickly rushed in, and the music played on.
while the chaos surrounded us
and the children were tucked safely in their bed, the music played on.
while prayers were whispered,
and crowds huddled around, the music played on.
while the water was rising,
we clasped our hands together for the last time, and the music played on.
while last kisses were shared
and arms embraced wiping away tears, the music played on.
while eyes sought the humanity
and love within each other’s eyes, the music played on.
while indecisions and indifference captured us to a halt,
the music played on.
it was the only thing that could caress us
as we fell further into the deep, dark cold waters.
and the music played on
for each and every one of them
until they could hear it no more.
I remember you in the morning,
the way the light hit your eyes,
the way your smile matched mine,
the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys,
the way you wandered over my warm skin, inhaling its intoxicating scent.
And I remember the feeling that it was a perfect dream,
one that we never wanted to end
but it slipped away too soon.
And now every time I start to rise in excitement
I anticipate the impending heartache that follows.
Do I dare to fall, do I dare to rise, do I …
I do, and so we continue, for the rest of our lives.
Lying in bed after a night’s sleep, I peek
at the clock to confirm the hour before
the sun comes up. It’s too early to stir
the house awake, too early to reach for the phone,
for those good morning kisses. It’s
the only thing I want to wake up to, seeing you
across from me, telling me you love me.
Forcing myself back to sleep, I float in and out
of a dream, too eager to get too deep.
It’s one of those days, like every other one,
where you are so far away and I need your face
in front of me. I need your kisses all over me.
I need your smile, your body wrapped around me.
Yet, here we are,
with one more night ending,
to one more morning
in another light.
Above the streets, into the buildings & trees,
do you see what only we see:
a needed escape,
a kiss on the lips—
it takes us to the moment
where we rise into pure ecstasy;
there’s no other place we’d rather be.
bore from the most arduous labor,
its intoxicating fruit, its sweet blossoming fragrance, pulls in the strongest of hearts. as a vine snakes its way through the depths of a luscious secret garden, distinct impressions produce the richest aromas. even to an untrained eye, the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed.
the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed;
even to an untrained eye, the richest aromas produce distinct impressions. a luscious secret garden snakes its way through the depths as a vine pulls in the strongest of hearts. its sweet blossoming fragrance, its intoxicating fruit bore from the most arduous labor.
what river do i cross again and again?
the river where bloodthirsty love begins. toes dip in at first sight. oohing & aahing with every delight. swimming further downstream fulfilling love-drunk dreams. kiss me, love me, do what you please. pull me into your ocean where you shall lead.
moonbeams and cupcake dreams.
sugar highs into the night.
we’re whispering nothings,
how our lives could be.
knowing the truth,
looking into your eyes
you are the moonlight
in my darkest of nights.
so, love, break my heart
into a thousand pieces
because all of my insides
are craving your sweet creamy filling.
This poem can also be found in
Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.
This poem has been revisited often in the past few months. The original poem can be found here:
Nous Avons Tout Le Temps Pour Nous. This final version below can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.
in the crowded city streets
sinking further on a midsummer’s night,
flooding puddles inch higher
as tiny tragedies.
can i make it there in one piece
or will he see the disaster that is me?
reaching for the door,
i let out a ‘just breathe’
then gingerly step into the world
where we’ve arranged to meet.
will this turn out exactly how it should have been?
i still believe that timing is everything.
standing to greet me,
his butterflies swarm from first sight.
yet my nerves have rattled for hours
ever since i stepped onto the international flight.
our smiles start to ease
as we embrace the shared space.
so many questions begging for relief
but we’d rather sit and stare into each other’s face.
soaking up this anticipated moment,
we catch eyes between sips of our coffee & tea.
although he doesn’t believe in fate or destiny,
i know this was all meant to be.
i let him take his time,
process all the angles of view,
tell him we’ll start with all the things
we had planned to do.
and we will.
we have the time.
we have all the time.
we have all the time for us.
writers ponder over verses
but words become mystified, inadequate.
where other poets generously use adjectives
and sweet metaphors
to describe the mysteries of life,
i have the simplest of thoughts:
i think of you,
i think of us,
i think of our love,
and i think we’ll be alright.