Saturday, September 19, 2009

twenty-seven

Where are you?
What are you up to?

You've come to mind in the last couple of weeks several times; and I've shared fun stories of our time together with others. And it is interesting, because it's been a while- since I've thought of you, and how you made me feel; and how we wanted each other.

To completely acknowledge how we were both in need of that "rebound" relationship, and found it with each other- no worries, no strings attached, and in spite of the friendship that grew between us.

(letter edited for explicit content: please read more in the blog, jabsdarkside)

I hope you are well.
Know that you are missed and remembered fondly.
I hope those wild oats didn't come back to haunt you-

Thursday, September 3, 2009

twenty-six

You are so bright tonight.
And your light draws me in-
All the other lights, usually catching my attention-
Are dim, in comparison.

I need you.
I want you-
And there you are-
Shining down on me:
Not to patronize, but to shimmer your love.

On me.
I am mesmerized by the purity of your light;
Of the radiance that affects me-
Consciously and unconsciously.

You're luminous;
And you shower your light upon me;
(Upon others as well, but I don't feel jealous over your impartial gifting.)
And I am awed in your presence.
Looking up at you, and you looking at me-
I know that my eyes are glowing-
That they sparkle with your message...
Of love,
Of acceptance,
Of consistency.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

twenty-five

This is what you wrote to me:

"You make me so happy every time I see you. You are a ray of happiness to me and thinking of you makes me smile."

I love you, MM. I love you for those words. I love you for your friendship. I love you for your art. That you weren't afraid of who you were and how you responded to people. That you accepted me for who I was- and loved me for who I was and was becoming. That you listened and shared. That you sang to me and played your music- you invited me in. We connected and resonated; we sat in council and deliberated life; we sang songs, danced and were silly.

And you never once crossed that romantic line.
You were thrilled to let our beings tingle-
I was thrilled to let our beings tingle-
as friends-

And I love you for it.
Thank you.