Last night, I felt like a physicist discovering TOE. The Theory of Everything, the Holy Grail of physics. The true unifying explanation for everything in the Universe, from the subatomic particles to the greatest of galaxies. I had the flash of insight that led Archimedes to yell “Eureka”, that Newton had when struck by the […]
I wake, and I want. I still throb with desire from the night before. Reaching out for you I find space, An emptiness where you had lain. Rising, I descend the stairs The golden dawn pouring in As the coffee pours into the mug. Your scent still lingers A memory of passion and needs sated; […]
You crave the fantasy, the freedom of newness without the bonds of your situation. You are my fantasy tinged with reality and a sliver of hope of giving you what you desire. And making you happy.
I know you need the new. The shiny, the thrill. And I am old and boring or appear so. And still I am here. I evolve. I grow. And I will always forgive and welcome you back with open arms.
What Happened? What happened to the woman I fell in love with? The one that started every day with Good morning kisses and coffee And ended every one with goodnight kisses. That blew up my phone from Paris with pics of her smile And couldn’t get through work without saying “hi 😊”. The witty woman […]
After you did your eyebrows. I thought Most Beautiful Woman in North America and you talked me down from that, and even Texas. But you accepted Most Beautiful Woman in Dallas. I should have stuck to my guns, because you ARE the most beautiful of women Adela, no matter where you are.
Definitely.
Comment ca va? Ce mai facet? How do you do? As Louis Armstrong said It means more than the words when spoken in the perspective of a wonderful world.
You asked me what I wanted. I want it all. To travel, to experience. To be free to change the world. And most of all I want to see you happy.
The Art of the Poet by Horace guides us on creating art, be it poetry or painting, our relative forms for conveying our thoughts on beauty and love. “Ut pictora poesis” translates to “as in painting, so in poetry” and I try to translate my words into mental pictures and emotions for you. I fail. […]