he walked into that departure hall
\nlike he was on a red carpet\u2026
\na bush trail\u2026
\nan exotic shoreline in the Madagascar \u2026<\/p>\n
he seemed lost in his own world
\nseemed so out of this world<\/p>\n
who is this man?!<\/p>\n
he\u2019s got high grade steel springs
\nunder his feet
\na Signature Swag
\nan inner beat
\nevery step a magnum opus of motion
\nfeet, hips, spine, arms, shoulders
\na perfect ensemble of confidence and masculinity<\/p>\n
I catch myself staring at him
\nI catch myself catching my breath\u2026<\/p>\n
he\u2019s like a comet trailblazing
\nthrough Jetstar Gate 28
\nsinging rhythms and rhymes
\nunder his breath
\nshiny in the horizon
\nlike a bright coloured canoe
\nbobbing amidst the sea of tired faces<\/p>\n
I catch myself catching my breath
\nI catch myself staring at him<\/p>\n
who is this man?<\/p>\n
and how did he manage
\nto make this room disappear
\nlike hocus pocus
\ntill only he was left in focus
\nI\u2019ve had a great life
\nI thought I\u2019ve maxed up
\nall my epic life moments
\nand I was never again
\nexpecting for fireworks<\/p>\n
but watching him,
\nI\u2019m teleported t
\nbillions of years ago
\nwhen we were\u2026<\/p>\n
clouds of gases and minerals and stardust
\nperambulating time and space
\npraying for night and days
\nwhen we can come crashing
\ninto each other\u2019s orbits again<\/p>\n
they say\u2026
\nthe similarities between
\nall comets
\nis that they have a solid core<\/p>\n
and just like me
\nhis back frames his spine so lyrically
\ncould he be the troubadour
\nI\u2019ve been calling for?<\/p>\n
I see his folklore
\nI see ancient trees
\nI see his spirit guides
\nI see a rebel
\nI see a saint
\nI see a bad boy
\n(not like a real bad boy
\n but a good boy that\u2019s just sexy like a bad boy)<\/p>\n
I see his light and shadow
\nplaying chess like
\nchildhood friends
\nnot trying to beat the other
\nand claim victory\u2026
\nbut just enjoying
\nthe game
\nthe strategies
\njust like life and its many dualities<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sensing all these things about him\u2026<\/p>\n
but\u2026
\ncreating projections in my mind
\nis what I\u2019ve gotten good at
\na knack for\u2026
\ntrying to fit Circles into Squares
\nI\u2019ve even had Squares
\nwillingly force themselves into Circles
\njust to be with me<\/p>\n
so I\u2019m trying to not get too attached
\nto these clouds of thoughts
\nbehind my eyes
\ndrifting through my mind
\nlike a blimp moving through blue skies<\/p>\n
then the announcement came
\nfor passengers to board the plane<\/p>\n
I get in line\u2026
\nand from across the room
\nhis eyes catches mine
\nand he gets in line right behind me<\/p>\n
I feel his eyes trailing my bare back
\nLike a hemline<\/p>\n
I\u2019m like \u2018Shit\u2019
\n\u2018Just be cool\u2019
\n\u2018Maybe he ain\u2019t all that\u2019
\n\u2018Why must he stand right behind me? Geez\u2026\u2019
\n\u2018Bit obvious\u2019
\n\u2018Hope he doesn\u2019t start
\n with a cheesy pick up line\u2026\u2019<\/p>\n
(fast forward)<\/p>\n
I turn my head
\nto his side of the bed
\nthis man that I now know
\nso well
\nhis eyelids
\nlike earth folding over galaxies
\nand the world grows quiet
\nin our tandem breath<\/p>\n
his chest is the warm bed
\nwith organic
\nbamboo cotton quilt
\ncovered comfort
\nfor my head and heart<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve known nights of cold shoulders
\ndead weight of awkward limbs
\nlike twisted metal
\nafter a crash of a joyride
\nI wished I never got on<\/p>\n
but every night,
\nTHIS MAN pulls me in, CLOSE
\nlike a reluctant soldier
\nholding his wife on their bed
\nthe night before leaving for battle<\/p>\n
I was sure that love did not live in my city<\/p>\n
I was ready to leave<\/p>\n
But I never stopped believing
\nthat someone like him existed for
\nsomeone like me<\/p>\n
But not all soulmates get to meet
\nAnd even couples
\nin arranged marriages
\nlearn to fall in love
\nwhen they learn to speak
\nthe language of bittersweet<\/p>\n
so we get good at dressing
\nour \u2018close-enoughs\u2019
\nas Kings and Queens
\nhold them in high-esteem
\nfocus on their good qualities
\nand the simple little things<\/p>\n
Like\u2026<\/p>\n
cuddles on the couch
\nwatching a movie
\ngetting groceries
\nfeeling good about
\nnot feeling lonely
\nat least there\u2019s someone
\nto share dreams
\nof one day starting a family<\/p>\n
But\u2026<\/p>\n
if I hadn\u2019t got on that plane
\nI would\u2019ve licked
\na dribble of nectar
\nthinking it to be a honeypot<\/p>\n
I probably would have settled<\/p>\n
like a monk with his prayer beads
\nwould\u2019ve counted my blessings
\nwould\u2019ve fixated on the counting
\nlike my life depended on it
\nand I would have been happy\u2026enough<\/p>\n
my mom was always standing in my
\ndad\u2019s shadows
\nhe liked his women small<\/p>\n
but when he wasn\u2019t looking,
\nshe would grow tall
\nand dab the sun
\nto paint me with light<\/p>\n
so I sold my sunbeam smiles
\nto buy the freedom
\nshe never had<\/p>\n
she was dedicated to a man
\nwho had never ever made
\nhis own cup of coffee<\/p>\n
so for me\u2026
\nsettling with good man
\nwho was Good Enough
\nwas at least
\nmany steps up from nuptial slavery<\/p>\n
I probably would have settled<\/p>\n
if I hadn\u2019t got on that plane,
\nI wouldn\u2019t have known that\u2026<\/p>\n
LOVE sees me
\nlike an octave or a perfect 5th
\na perfect resonant frequency
\nto strike a chord with
\nwouldn\u2019t\u2019 have known
\nthat LOVE lives
\nin a cabin in the woods
\nfeels happiest in onesie,
\nwith a cup of herbal tea
\nserenades kookaburras at dusk
\nembraces my hormones
\nlike a long lost friend
\ninvites my emotions in
\nand says it welcomed
\nto stay for as long as it needs to<\/p>\n
if I hadn\u2019t gotten on that plane
\nI would\u2019ve counted my blessings<\/p>\n
I would\u2019ve fixated on the counting
\nAnd I would have been happy\u2026
\nEnough<\/p>\n
But I never stopped believing
\nthat someone like him
\nexisted for someone like me<\/p>\n
and maybe\u2026
\nthat made all the difference
\nbetween DREAMING and MANIFESTING<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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