I heard you in a song, and just like that,
my words didn’t matter,
How is it that every chord knew so much about us?
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I like it when you say “let’s talk.”
I like the sound of the words rolling around your tongue, an invitation to explore the things we want to keep hidden, and that in itself makes me want to laugh.
Not at you, with you Stardust…how did we get here?
How is it that the one person who preferred to watch National Geographic whilst burning his lungs would want to talk?
pexels.com I know it’s rough, I just blurted it out and you shake your head and smile.
You have been smiling more lately.
I like it when you smile, because it means a light’s shining within you.
I wonder, Stardust, why is it that when we talk…we do so in the spaces between the silence of our fears?
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Come to me, unlike any other thought,
Surprise me, like an after-thought,
Come to me, like a spice,
Paprika, Cayenne Pepper, Tumeric, Cummin, Cardamom, Ginger…
Come to me in a way that leaves not just a mark, not just a taste,
But an after-taste…so take your time,
Love yourself
Learn and unlearn yourself…and then…come to me!
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Olayinka Babalola/Unsplash.com …a crashing,
No, it’s more of a hush…like a whisper,
A soft breeze against one’s earlobes at dawn.
There is a sound, I know not how profound it is, only that my heart knows it ought to be still, and my spirit ready.
There is a sound, as warm and bright as the rising sun
It is a mellow as spring
My spirit tells me it’s time, time to get up and make magic
Time to dance with the wind, walk with lightning and soar with Eagles.
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You are like a garden,
Your potential a mystery, you only give what you get.
So, I work until my heart shatters at dusk,
Listening, expressing, touching…anything I can to awaken you…
And you…
You my love look at me under the moonlight glow and smile,
You say, “I never asked for this,” and right there my soul drifts into the dark.
Unknown to you, unknown to me…it lingers only to remind me that not all gardens have to be tilled, some grow wild.
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I love you like Cocoa,
You wear me down for months only for you to be processed overseas.
I love you like Cocoa,
Deep, dark, bitter and warm…a toast here, broken back there…sweat here, hopes there…everything finds its way to you…to us…
I love you like Cocoa,
You need a sweetener to go down my throat,
So, I’ll mix you with honey,
Stir up some sweet trouble and gulp you…
I love you like Cocoa,
Dark, rich…glowing, the kind that makes the sun shimmer in remembrance of your glory.
I love you like Cocoa,
For whereas others strive to breathe under water, I drown…I let go of every fear, doubt, malice, anguish, anxiety, anger…and my hands break through the strong waves, upright…so you’ll see me and know that I’m here, not by a show of hand…but a show of hands…
I love you like Cocoa…drowning, rich, dark, strong, unforgettable.
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I’m like Fall, you say, and I smile…
I smile at how easy it is for you to liken me to seasons.
You smile, and it’s the best look you’ve had this year.
“Love, you are like Fall, you come once in a year and everyone looks forward to you, to seeing you, to being around you, because you radiate such light and love, I am jealous. How do you give your time to everyone and still have some left for yourself? Sometimes, well…most times, I feel like you slip through my fingers and settle right on my skin so I go everywhere with you…”
“You’re so cheesy…” I say and shrug. You are miles away from me.
Your voice is the home I know and now…now I miss home.
I tell you all about my travel experience and you laugh…you wish you were there to see my face and make fun of me, but you’re not…so we laugh some more.
“Hey, I’m not cheesy, you just make me say things that I never would.”
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I know a couple of things about you,
The kind of things you wish the world never knew,
The ones that make you smile, that make you say “I’m fine,” when you are not.
I know a couple of things about you,
The kind of things I wish I never knew,
Like how you smile in between kisses,
Like how you cannot part with a cigarette, not even to share a puff with a stranger.
Like how you wish your Mother stayed a little longer, loved you a little harder,
Like how you see the world in numbers, and yes, you can multiply complex numbers without using a calculator.
pexels.com I know a couple of things about you,
The kind of things we wish the world never knew,
Like how many times you’ve wounded me,
Like how easy it is for you to find warmth in another, yet your heart beats only for me…
An addiction for the feminine body is what you called it,
Stardust, how easy it is for you to self-destruct, my love.
I know a couple of things about you,
The kind of things that only my soul can speak of, a galaxy of its own, an ember unknown.
I know a couple of things about you Stardust and I won’t wait for my being to define it, so I’ll leave this here…another breadcrumb which I hope you’ll nibble on as you make your way home.
Come home, Stardust.
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“Would you leave the light on?”
You ask and I know I nod because this is where we are right now…we sit in our silence, talk in our anguish, arise in our fear.
It’s one of those days, I know.
You are six hours away and your heart wants to know it’s always welcome home.
You say I’m home and sometimes…like right now, it feels exactly like it.
So, hurry up Stardust and come home.
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“What should I get you this Christmas?” you ask, and in between puffs, I compose myself. I collect my thoughts and sort them out as one would rice.
Lately, I seem to stumble upon my words, as I gaze into your eyes.
It must be the haircut.
Or is it that you seem vibrant, radiating an aura of sheer joy…or content, I don’t know. I never know how long your bliss lasts. I’ve never cared much about prolonging them.
“Get me whatever you decide upon, I’m not so big on Christmas,” and I lie back, my eyes roaming the ceiling as you puff your thoughts away…how is it that you take a long drag when you are afraid of speaking your mind? I keep my eyes on you and you smile.
unsplash.com “You have a certain power over me and you act like you don’t know you do, and that smile right there, that one…where your right cheek bulges and your eyes twinkle, it’s the best look you can ever wear.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t know, maybe I do, but sometimes like right before you looked my way I was thinking, why is it that hearts can break in more than one way yet they have to heal in the same way?”
“And…”
“You know what I am talking about Love, you may smile now, laugh now, or better yet, talk to me now, yet there are times when a slice of pain brushes your heart and I get a glimpse of it in your eyes, that stuff scares me. To know that I did that…is it worth it love, being here and now, back in my arms, is it worth it? Can I get you flowers for Christmas?”
I look into your eyes and instead of the black pool I always get engulfed in, I find myself thinking of yellow flowers and my head throbs…this is how I’ve learned to stay, apologies, moments where you’re remorseful and unlike you, I devour pain.
I let the hurt simmer and serve it chilled in words.
How is that we take one step forward and galaxies back, Stardust, did you know that a cage is still a cage, it matters not whether it’s in gentle hands or not.
I look at you and to stop the throbbing in my head say, “I want you to hold my hand this Christmas…” you smile and before I know it, I am in your arms, right where I should have been before you started all this talk of Christmas.
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