Like the Ocean

6 months ago, I got married and the journey has been a beautiful one.  To celebrate our semi-anniversary, I wanted to post this love poem that I wrote for my husband 🙂

Like the Ocean

I love holding your hand
as we walk along the sand.
I love you like the ocean
loves the land.

You brighten my day
like sunlight,
with a simple text 
or a gentle caress.

You brighten my night
like moonlight,
with a kiss
and a touch.

In times of hardship,
you are the rock that supports me,
the wind that lifts me,
the flower that inspires me.

You make me alive
like the tide,
and that is why
I love you.

ocean

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My Chamomile Tea

Morning kisses on the lips
rejuvenates me,
warm and soothing
like chamomile tea.

On the cold winter nights,
he caresses me,
keeping me warm and safe
like chamomile tea.

When I’m sore and tired,
he massages me,
helping me relax and smile
like chamomile tea.

When I’m in pain,
he takes care of me
and warms my heart
like chamomile tea.

Brewed perfectly,
he is my morning tea,
herbal remedy,
nightly cuddle buddy…
made just for me,
my perfectly loving hubby.

Thank you!

chamomile
~ image from Google

My Precious

I entered a room filled with candlelight,
rose petals scattered the floor.
“Oasis” plays in the background.

I smell the sweet aroma
of coffee, of cocoa
and of cream.

Smiling in anticipation,
I reach for my precious
flickering in the candlelight.

Silky cream on my fingertips,
soft and smooth to the touch.
I slice the sponge-like cake
and devour
this exquisite Italian gem.

The perfect amount
of sweetness
fills my mouth
and satisfies
my tongue.

Comfort, happiness, pleasure…

We blow out the candle
and slow dance in the dark
to the beautiful music
in our hearts, in our souls,
in our appetites.

“When we’re lost in a desert night
and we’re chasing our paradise,
when we can’t fight another fight,
we’re gonna make it.
You’re my oasis.”

We kiss in the dark,
our shadows in a tight embrace.
I know I love you,
my precious, tiramisu.

tiramisu

Unattainable

Last week,  I posted “A Poem for Your Thoughts: Experiment 1: Stress” and I didn’t get too many comments.  However, one of my friends did respond.  While this poem isn’t focused on stress, I had a lot of fun writing it and do consider it a fun and collaborative piece.  I will be posting an actual poem about stress later this week, but for now, I hope you enjoy this slightly “stressful” poem 🙂

 

UnattainableJogger

My heart tightens in my chest
as the sound draws near
and I can hear
the dog’s leash jingle
in his grasp.
I watch his movement,
his biceps, triceps, hamstrings, quads
as he jogs with his dog
on this fine morning.

I watch his chest muscles,
his wavy hair, chiseled face,
oceanic eyes
as he jogs past me
yesterday, today, everyday
into my life, into my memory,
he stays.

His smile
takes my stress away.
His simple “good morning”
melts my heart
like sweet chocolate melting
on my tongue.
I want to hold him, touch him,
embrace him, love him
tenderly,
but all I do  is mutter
“good morning” back.

I go jogging everyday
just to see his handsome face,
to share some jokes, some words,
some accidental touches,
some innocent glances,
my oh -so imagined kisses
that will never come true,
but only in my wishes,
I pretend they do,
and sometimes he does too
as I bid him farewell
every single day.

I can’t help but stare at
his muscular arms
and gentle hands.
I want to hold them,
intertwine his fingers
with mine.

He tells me his obsession
with Angel
and in a flash,
I become the Devil
for I hate Angel, despise Angel.
I never met Angel,
but soon Angel will sleep with him,
cuddle with him, love him,
touch him tenderly, erotically.
I just jog with him
like his dog
and I really hate to jog.

But there’s a glimpse of hope,
Maybe, just maybe,
I think, could it be?
Could it really be?
Could Angel be a He?
Then he tells me
he loves women
smart, sweet and sexy,
just like her.

In that moment a giant boulder
comes crushing down on me
taking away all hope
for love and serendipity.

He asks if I have a crush
on anyone
and I just want
to punch him.
Doesn’t he know
I love him secretly?
He is the shining star
in my wet dreams,
the one that makes my heart sway,
my tummy cringe
and my brain go dumb.

He is the one
that teases me and pleases me,
jogs with me, accepts me
as a friend, as a companion,
to talk to, to joke with.

He is the one
my heart desires
but he will never
appease me
for he doesn’t swing
my way
and I just want
to punch him
and punch him
and punch him
so I don’t feel so stupid
for falling
in love
with someone
who’s straight.

“No, I don’t have
a crush.”

Virtual Love

A smile slowly creeps
onto my tired, drained face
as you woo me with words
from miles away.

I can only imagine
how it’ll sound
being whispered
in my ear.
Will it take
my breath away?

Pouty lip kisses
and emoticon hugs,
past, present, future,
anything and everything,
we talk of it,

day after day,
night after night
until my eyes droop down
and the sun comes up.

Yours and mine,
a connection
that cannot be defined.

I haven’t met you,
but I know you.
I don’t know you,
but I love you.

The stars say
it’s a dream come true,
MASH said
I’d marry K,
but I don’t know.

You’re so close,
yet so far
away.

Crush

My ears perk up –
ting, ting, ting
jangling chains
down the hallway
and I know it’s HIM,
as my heart
starts beating
bump bump,
bump bump.

Breathe in,
breathe out,
I face forward,
staring
at my screen,
pretending
not to care.
A smile creeps
onto my lips.
He’s here.

His simple presence
makes my day.
His close proximity
puts me on edge,
a mix of nervousness
surrounded by
a sweetness,
a warmth
that I
cannot
describe.

I avoid his eyes
and watch his lips
as he speaks.

His voice
soothing to my ears,
yet I don’t hear
a word
he says.

I want to touch him,
but I won’t.
I want to kiss him,
but I can’t.
I want him to go
so I don’t feel
this internal
battle.

Yet, I want him to stay
because I don’t want
to feel
this…
emptiness…
as if nothing…
was ever…
there.

Rendezvous

The full moon hovers
in a star-filled sky
watching over us
as we lie
in a field of hay.

My eye sees
a protuding weed
above my head,
thinking back
on past memories.

Your body rubbing
against mine,
tongue in mouth,
kisses here, kisses there,
warm and fuzzy.
What’s this feeling –
tingling
in my spine?

Blushes, smiles, moans
and silent sighs,
kisses here, kisses there.

The moisture of your lips,
the warmth of your touch,
your voice, your laughter,
your fragrance,
your unspoken thoughts,
blends with mine.

Beat against beat,
breath against breath,
we live, we breathe,
we love…

Here we are again,
under the star-filled sky.
You look good tonight.
I was prepared

to roll around,
to giggle, to laugh,
to cry
in ecstasy.

But I’m silent and still
as I look at you
and you look at me,
and I know
that the past
can no longer be.

Warm and fuzzy,
gone with the wind
of yesteryear,

you and me
always and forever
friends

walking together,
side by side
but separately
on the trail
of life.