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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Memory Poem #2: Cyan & Jillian: The Painting

He handed her the painting,
the one he did this afternoon.
“This is for you,” he said,
as he waltzed back to his room.

A night time scene
at the beach.
A little boy and a little girl
cuddled together,
watching the moonlight
dance across the ocean
and the stars twinkle
in the dark blue sky.

Multiple flashlights illuminated
colored glass bottles
of different shapes and sizes
against a big ocean rock.
Red, blue, purple, green, yellow
danced in the shadow
like the Aurora Borealis.

It was a magical scene,
so gentle, so touching,
like music to the eyes.
She smiled and held the painting
against her chest, to her heart,
as she remembered
him and her
at the beach
that night.

the-painting
Images from Google – composite done by Jenuine Inspiration (me)

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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.

Young Love

With Valentine’s Day slowly approaching, I wanted to share a sweet poem about young love.

Young Love

Bon soir, midnight –
a starless sky
full of cotton-
candy clouds.

Between them
are figurines –
a sea horse, a dog,
a character,
a bunny with a gun –
imaginings,
ink blot tests
of the mind.

In the distance,
the shape, of
water slides,
and a sky light
shining colors
of the world.

Before us,
the crystal lake,
like a diamond
shimmering
with orange,
so quiet, so still.

The geese, they sing
for us
as we lay
together.

I can feel
your body
moving, breathing
next to mine.

Your arm
wraps around
me.  It feels
so warm, so tight,
so right…