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I miss those lips
and moments when
I would wrap myself around you,
while leaning towards those hips of yours
I move inwards trying to rest my body
into you as if you've become a wall,
I plead with big brown eyes
and a soft smile,
hoping it will be enough
to supplement as a valid form of payment,
as I stand here begging for a kiss.
balancing on tip-toes to reach my prize
and to smell your scent again
my arms around your neck
I plant them as an anchor
preparing myself for when I begin to melt
as your mouth interlocks with mines.

and this is a moment between us two
that I want to last forever.
so I fantasize about if I could freeze time
or even slow it down for a second.
since we live in a world of our own
with a population that is made for just two
with each touch and glimpse,
of you to me, I'll fall in love all over again
like it was the first time you discovered my warmth
and to you my heart than begin to belong.

and I miss those afternoon naps
and night time silent slumbers
when I can be my natural being
naked in insecurities
but comfortable lying peaceful next to you.
while I tend to use you as a blanket
covered my body within your arms
and you keep me warm
when I drift inside those dreams.
where I harvest the replays of our days
working to store the newly fresh baked memories
created between me and you.
the sound of your breath in unison
with mines, I will with ease
inch nearer to your soul
sly in my ways of moving
just an inhale away from your heart
hoping you haven't notice the gap close
while you lay there sleeping soundly.
so I adjust myself to lay on your chest
since it has recently become my favorite pillow
I've decide to rest my head upon its comfort
now and always until the end of time.


and this is a moment between us two
that I want to last forever.
so I fantasize about if I could freeze time
or even slow it down for a second.
since we live in a world of our own
with a population that is made for just two
with each touch and glimpse,
of you to me, I'll fall in love all over again
like it was the first time you discovered my warmth
and to you my heart than begin to belong.

Love like Foreign Lands IV

Love like Foreign Land IV

It becomes amazing to me
how quickly I'm aware of your presence
way before the first kick,
or before cold gels and fuzzy screens
inside of a doctor's office.
My newly developed keen sense of smell,
as you make me feel life
and the world in high definition.
This is your way of sending me hidden signals.
It lets me know how forever we will bond.
I'll watch you carefully over the next year
growing through me.
Lying in bed wondering what stage you're in
at the moment you cross my mind.
Conditioning you with the finer things
through layers of skin and headphones,
I imagine you hear the muffle sounds
of the music that I play
or how I read you bedtime stories out loud.
You've never seen us
but you've manage to learn our voices.
Leaving tiny handprints in my stomach
from the inside looking out each time
you feel that he is near.
It's like you're aware that you are
just as much his as you are mines.
I wonder what you're doing in there,
maybe drawing pictures in my womb
leaving a story of the beginning
of your history for a future sibling.
I rub you and breathe in real deep,
send my voice and words through whispers
into my stomach instead of out in the hollow air.
I will tell you to take my eyes,
and if you have a choice to choose my lips,
and remember to take my lover's mahogany skin.
I tell you to have his personality
because that is what attracted me to him,
the man you'll soon call father.
I know you'll be a reflection of us,
regardless of who's genes you're blessed with,
as you'll be the perfect blend of two,
evidence that together in union we once existed.
Creating our greatest art piece, between us ever made


januari-08/2007

Love like Foreign Lands III

Love like Foreign Lands III

Always observing carefully
like an inspector, he checks and probes
with delicate intensity
as he traces with eyes
the curve and winding slopes of my form,
squeezing my arm and then my thigh.
I watch him take in the softness of my skin.
Before he rest his head upon my chest.
To him I'm rich and priceless as
ancient artifacts he just uncovered.
wide-eyed he becomes at a notice of my breast,
revealing them from their support
as if this discovering changes everything
in his studies before now.
taking use of all five senses.
touches my belly with eyes close,
begins to read my wants and yearnings like Braille.
presses his ear and breaths quietly,
listens to my lungs fill with rapid air.
he hears how I'm anxious from his presence.
smelling the dried faint scent lingering
on my navel from an early morning shower
now mixed with the aroma of sweat.
so he excites his palate
his mouth moves between each breast,
engulfs and hides each nipple it chooses,
tasting as a rhythmical art form.
tongue loops around the left, right,
right, and back to the left again.
he then eyes each mole like mapping out the
stars in the night sky,
like his guide to find his way back home
after long journeys through my bones and soul.
kisses the first mole at the top
where my forehead and my hairline meet,
kisses the one between my lips and nose,
moves to the one on my right cheek.
finds the one between my breast
(he will kiss there twice)
lifts each arm and leg to search carefully,
applying kisses to each spot, even the
ones that tend to hide, licks lips as he starts to
target the one near the top of my inner thigh.
He's thorough, uncovering down to the tip of my toes.
patiently doing his job, undisturbed in his
method of double spotting each point.
Tomorrow he repeat his routine, and I will let him,
as he makes sure to map each mole again.
comparing his findings with past research,
As he can never be to careful in his expeditions
of documenting my moles in his memories
just in case he just might discover
if a new one appears or an old one disappears.



januari-08/2007