she looks at me with
awe settling in her pupils;
sweet nectar in my heart.
I love harder because
of her, and no one will
EVER take her place.
my love wakes me up
in the morning when the
sunlight kisses her nose.
I’m alert. I’m aware. I’m
forever changed.
she is my comfort, and
the welcome wagons that
come for me and don’t
want her are unwelcome
today, I’ll visit
my crush, spend time
twiddling thumbs, give
housewarming gifts, and
listen to her laugh.
it’s fading; how I feel
for her–fleeting, and that
tells me time is preparing
me for a different phase,
peppering me with other
things with which to be
concerned.
and isn’t it funny?
how life has a trickle down
of happenings to keep
us on our toes even
when we’re so tired of
dancing.
I said it. I meant it.
And now, a clip of Daffy Duck being, well … Daffy Duck.
I am in tune — my body
connects with my soul
as I rolled around the
skating rink.
Life has a funny way of
bringing you back
full circle — to where you
should have been a
decade ago, but here you
are now … ready to dive
into a pastime and you
cannot remember why
you let it go.
The music is blasting — speakers
are thumping with artists you
wish you could meet
in person.
The strobe light spins and
shines … this is your forgotten
wonderland — your place
of peace.
As I smoothly circled around
the hardwood floor, hoodie
swaying in the breeze, I
would’ve paid good
money to see how wide the
smile was on my face.
My past used to torture me;
it used to send me into a
downward spiral and the
climb upward always catapulted me
into a fretful fit.
And now, there’s this — this
pure goodness I should’ve
welcomed back with open
arms before today.
But maybe it wasn’t
time yet.
Maybe I hadn’t reached the
place of growth I needed to
reach, and God is always
on time.
So, I am here … back in
this space that sends
me into an armful of
happiness with much
leftover to share — rolling
around the rink, reminiscent
of my past as I share it
with my present.
I love simple scents: not too loud & aggressive. And if you’ve ever dated me or you’re close to me in some way, you know this.
My home smells like sage, a lavender & amber or vanilla/wood candle or simple-scented incense. I don’t stray away from these.
One, because my nose is sensitive to loud scents and actually cannot handle them. Two, I’ve various allergies and scents that are too loud or fruity or over-the-top make my eyes itch and water and I begin a sneezing fit that can last longer than it should. Lol.
I know I’m weird. And I am okay with this.
Oddly enough, the woman I am digging on for the last year and some change is the same way. However, she’s asthmatic, so she doesn’t wear loud-scented perfumes and her home is a welcoming space smelling of sage or her favorite candles and incense. Soft & luring. Not over-the-top.
If we ever become anything more, I’ll be safe in her space. And that’s a beautiful thought.
A Cornered Gurl 
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