It was a Summer breeze,
On a Saturday eve,
From some time ago freed,
Coursing through the humidity,
Carrying on its winds,
A thought conceived.
I placed my cup on the ground.
Raised my hand to my head,
Kneading the tension in my brow.
I leaned into the melody,
Leaning my head back to the sound,
Profound in it’s hypnosis and simplicity,
Reclaiming this memory most recently found.
I reminisced on this,
Putting it, Putting dreams,
At the thought immersive,
into written words,
Into spoken verse,
A broken curse,
Or heavenly blessing,
This feeling, this thing –
The only life I’ve lived,
To give to the only love,
Only life to build,
Her winter days to fill.
Deep down in my feels,
A hopeless romantic,
Her- an enchantress,
Warned myself at the start
Told my heart,
“C’mon now be still.
Slow it down chill.”
Gave it time, but still,
Imagine my surprise,
When I couldn’t shake it,
The situation only deepened
Couldn’t clear my senses,
Of the chemical effect,
‘Cause I was too far in.
Drifting away into my thoughts,
I can recall the sounds,
See the Clouds above the haze then,
View the trace lines across the horizon,
Just beyond the imagination,
Above the ground covered white,
The slight etching of the trees’ lines against the sky,
High above the pine scents diffusing into the gray of that day.
Stray attention from the hallucination and unbroken fever,
Bringing attention only now to the madness I suffered.
Can’t say it, hate to doubt it,
But I’m letting it creep back in,
Seep into my thinking.
Straightening out my posture,
Standing stout in stature,
trying to recapture it,
becoming more alert to recapture, that feeling.
Upon receipt of such a gift,
Don’t know if she understood then, what she had in my love
To this day, pay’n it off in struggle,
Doubtful about love’s authenticity,
Doubting It’s veracity, placing my heart, in love,
In harm’s way, an unaware child at play,
A phoenix returning from the grave,
Looking back from outer space…
…Inner stasis, In her orbit,
Held in by the heat, in the memory, of her kiss.
Many miles away, Racing back,
I had no choice, but to stay,
Share my intent,
pray she would say “…”
Holding onto a ray – Of hope, a note,
for my love to trade,
for her heart in return,
To discern, to define the truth,
The proof of her soul, untethered and undeterred,
Unencumbered by past misgivings,
And other things preferred.
Thinking back on it, the energy’s still kinetic,
Caught up in the spin, lost in the sauce,
Fragrant cinnamon, memories and strawberry sins,
Lazily floating on the wind, spending hours in the shadows,
Slowly caressing her skin, Glitter scattered,
Gold flecks on brown shinin’, chemically addicted.
Hands shielding my eyes to the brilliance of her arrival in January.
Desperately, I wanted her to notice me,
Each day, between the months of February and May,
Playing sentimental, themed instrumentals,
A love jonezs incidental, inspiring the feelings of okay,
The feeling that makes you want to just,
Throw your hands up and give your heart away –
Cuando ella dice mi nombre, corro para responderle.
All because her voice, hypnotic, melodic, an exquisite choice,
Set the rhythm for our heartbeats, soul deep, nectar sweet,
With roots twisted beneath the sheets to effervesce and refresh,
Absorbed by the humidity of the heat.
It was true that her kiss,
was the source of the bliss,
and in this, to enlist,
Our whispers spoken in word and verse
– up late nights, we conversed,
Mapping out constellations,
traversing across stars, across the universe…
Her aura celestial, immeasurable, Better to explain,
Her aurora magnetic and beautiful, I couldn’t abstain.
Lighting candles to sustain,
The atmosphere of the room, the mood to maintain,
Bringing us into focus, the Image sugar stained.
Bringing us into the picture,
My memories sparked and triggered,
Like Something to remember,
Like Summer in November,
Summer in December,
Definitely something to remember
Though the thought of her was like a Summer breeze, on a Saturday eve,
Coffee colored, brown-eyed, superfly, caramel, and sexy,
Consumed by the scene, framed by the flowers we see,
Blossoming through the snow on the verdant leaves of the trees.
But to be real, All I’m doing is wasting time,
Occupying my mind, Recalling the scent of her smile,
Reminiscing on the motions, upon motions, her style,
The look in her eyes, Conveying the notion,
Conveying the emotion, yet nuanced, a living love potion.
Yet and still Her smile is…
Summer in November,
Summer in December,
Memories sparked and triggered,
This was definitely something to remember.
Like the cooling relief,
From a Summer breeze,
On a Saturday eve.
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