Memory Poem #9: Lance & Mina: Morning Breeze

Watching Mina draw
was as soothing
as watching the birds
without the need 
for binoculars.

Her long, dark curls
danced in the wind
as her eyes shifted
from the ocean
to the canvas,
from the canvas
to the ocean,
and back.

The tip of her colored pencils
pressed against the canvas
back and forth, back and forth,
in a crosshatch pattern,
sometimes gently, sometimes not,
just like the ocean waves.

He loved how their lives
intertwined like the lines
on her sketchbook,
adding depth and beauty.

He watched her cheeks
glow a rosy pink
under the golden sky.
Her cream-colored blouse
billowed in the wind.

She smiled as she sketched.
Her lips – a soft, smooth
magenta pink,
and he wanted to kiss
her right then.

She took a sip
of her coffee,
leaving some lipstick
behind
and interrupted
his thoughts.

“What’s your story?”
she asked, looking at him
with her inquisitive eyes.

morning-breeze
art by Sung Kim

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Memory Poem #8: Cyan & Jillian: Morning Run

Cyan met Jillian in the hallway
for their early morning run.
She looked sexy in tight-
fitting sports attire.

He recalled her knocking
on his door late last night
while he was satisfying
himself and how he told her
to go away.

A little embarrassed, he said,
“Sorry about last night,
I was tired.”
“It’s OK, no prob,”
she said, turning pink.

Confused at the time, 
she had called Jess,
who had suspected
what he would’ve been up to
after an unfinished
make-out session.

Cyan stretched his arms and legs
while enjoying the morning breeze.
Jillian followed suit,
listening to the music
of the ocean waves.

She glanced at Cyan –
his hair ruffling in the wind,
and she smiled to herself.
Doing something she loved
with someone she started to love
was a beautiful gift.

“I’ll race you,” he said.
“You’re on.”  Jillian sprinted
along the beach, kicking sand
behind her.

Cyan watched as she ran
gracefully, happily
through the sand.

He admired her buttocks
moving forward and back,
but forced himself to focus
on her ponytail instead
swinging back and forth
like a pendulum.
Cyan was hypnotized
by her.

Jillian felt electricity
shoot through her body,
tingling her heart,
as Cyan brushed
against her arm,
catching up to her.

“Hey Beautiful,
what are you running from?”
he teased.  She blushed.

Cyan slowed as they jogged
by a juice stand.
“Let’s stop here,” he said.
Jillian tilted her head in question.
“They have the best pineapple juice,”
he chirped, like a little kid.
Jillian grinned.

Realizing that his pocket 
was empty, he looked at her
sheepishly.  
“Can you spot me?
I forgot my wallet.”
Jillian paid for the juices.

He was right.
The juice was sweet, magical,
refreshing.
The liquid slid down
her throat, flowed through
her veins, and touched
her heart.  She savored
every last drop
before they kissed.

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image from StockSnap

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Memory Poem #4: Cyan & Jillian: A Whole New World

Standing barefoot on the beach,
wearing a borrowed teal dress,
Jillian felt butterflies in her stomach
as all eyes were watching her.

Seven year old Ted had insisted
she sing “A Whole New World”
in the carefree way she did at home,
only in front of the beach bonfire.

She glanced at Cyan.
His face glowed in the moonlight.
“You’ll do great,” he said.
Ted had insisted
Cyan play Aladdin.

Sam started the music,
his fingers strumming the guitar,
rhythmically, bringing them to the city
of Agrabah.

As if on cue, Cyan reaches out
his arms, towards Jillian.
“I can show you the world
shining, shimmering, splendid.”
He admires the moonlit rays
shining on her dark, long hair,
illuminating her gentle face.
“Tell me, Princess, now when did
you last let your heart decide?”

He dances on the sand around her,
barefoot, in his rolled up slacks
and purple button shirt.
“I can open your eyes
take you wonder by wonder,”
he holds her hands and twirls her.
“Over, sideways and under
on a magic carpet ride.”
She dances with him.

“A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us ‘no’
or where to go
or say we’re only dreaming.”

She joins in.
“A whole new world
a dazzling place I never knew.”
He holds her by the waist
and lifts her towards the sky.
“But when I’m way up here,
It’s crystal clear
that now I’m in a whole new world with you.”

He sets her down, they twirl in the sand.
Cyan and Jillian dance to the music,
with the moonlight as their spotlight
and the stars as their witness,
for a moment, forgetting
the rest of the world.
“Unbelievable sights,
indescribable feeling,
soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
through an endless diamond sky.”

As the music comes to an end,
Cyan pulls Jillian close to him.
“A whole new world.”
“A whole new world,” she repeats.
“That’s where we’ll be,” he sings.
“That’s where we’ll be,” she echoes.

He pushes her out with his hand,
she twirls away.
“A thrilling chase.”
She twirls back in.
“A wondrous place.”
Holding her close and meeting her gaze,
“For you and me,”
they finished together.

Their gaze broken
by the sound
of applause.

aladdin