The Kiss

The following is a poem I wrote when I was in college at the tender age of 19. I have recently revised it as the romantic in me felt like giving it a refresher.

It was written to be read out loud

The Kiss

It stays with me,

the night we escaped
crowds and noise
that wouldn't leave

us

finally alone after
years of glances,

you felt it too
a perceptive yen

we

pretended we didn't
and knowing we shouldn't
you said you dreamt it

on a night like this

me

riding in your car,

you smiled without
meeting my eyes,
deeply aware of

me with you,

stealing away

high above the city

to a hidden place

a dream catcher find

us

in rooftop tryst

the night’s embrace

like a quiet blanket

only the foghorn knew

our presence

for only this occasion,

one pivotal point
a chance to be
and so you kissed

me

decades beyond it

fateful and true

the foghorn reminds

of rooftops and

you

 

Mourning, thoughts, and prayers

No words can describe the gravity of my emotions in the wake of the Sandy Hook Elementary school tragedy.

Once upon a time, revisited

Once upon a time

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing
It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing

Roxy Music circa 1982

Bavarian Fruit Bread - Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions

Some days are better than others.
Some days I wonder why I even arose
It's a misty morning, and I am without compass or trustworthy friend.

But at the end of the day
I find my way home
And you wrap your love around me 

I am in your circle of light
And all that matters is you.
A bad day is forgotten.



Besos,

my Little Lovely Girl