The Moment

When the moment came, it was...to say the least, worth the wait. The fact that our lips were so close wasn't a shock, yet the events that transpired certainly were not planned. Regardless of the way it happened, there's no doubt her lips felt like the perfect place to land.

When they did land, everything else took course. My hands found a way to glide smooth across her waist, while the heat from her body would steadily rise. The moment was frozen in time, and even as our bodies moved, everything else seemed to be paralyzed. When our lips did separate, it was more of an acknowledgment that the moment was too good to be true...yet there was little time in-between to be apart, because there was so much more to do.

The moment may as well been broken down in scenes; from the way her head tilted back to the way her body leaned. Tongues glided in each other's mouths with the smoothest of ease. There was zero hesitation, realizing this was our moment to seize, and as the acts continued, there was no doubt both of us were left satisfied and thoroughly pleased.

All this over a kiss? Something some of us have done for ages found a way to have an impact that was as strong as any act of sex. With that said, if the initial moment was that good, there's no telling what can be expected next...

1/24/11 @ 1:27 A.M.

B.T.K. (Before the Kiss)

Blistering thoughts...jumbled emotions, yet...you play it cool. Everything is going on internally, and if you're cool enough, those emotions are all kept in check. Your recipient is just as eager as you; the anticipation is brief, but it still seems like an eternity. What's taking so long?

Trepidation...what if they pull away? What if the fear of the unknown outweighs the desire to just relax and let loose? While all these questions are being asked internally, the opportunity to have them answered in the affirmative are slowly slipping away...

Kick...kick it all away. The blistering thoughts, the trepidation; just throw it out the window. Everything else is going right. There's nothing else to hide, and no more questions to ask. If it doesn't happen this moment, it's noone's fault but ours for letting this opportunity pass.

We've all been there, one time or another, whether we were the initiator or the recipient. To live life long enough is to experience a wonderful, yet peculiar feeling such as this. It's the contradiction, fear, enthusiasm, and excitment of the actions...before the kiss.

1/19/11 @ 1:14 A.M.

Photo by _bobz_

Relax.

The only hiccup, bump in the road, and stumbling block that comes with being at peace is that there is literally nothing to convert from thoughts to prose. The idea is to just let the words come out with no signs of straining or doing the most. No need to rhyme; no desire for them to be clever. They just need to come to the surface...like they used to before. They may come slowly, or immediately, but they would always come. Always.

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
~Ernest Hemingway

To be continued...

Photo by Kristin Corrine Loy

1/19/11 @ 12:45 A.M.

Old and Boring

12 days into the new year, and I'm convinced I'm the most predictable 28-year-old man this side of The Mississippi (I've always wanted to use "this side of the Mississippi" to describe something, so there).

To be honest though, I'm not complaining one bit. I love being old and boring. It's kinda liberating, actually, even if boring and liberating seems like an oxymoron. Besides, after meeting Pam Grier last year, that was all the excitement I needed for the rest of my life. I'll be old and boring for the rest of my days, and anytime I feel the need to have some excitement, I'll think back to gettin' to meet Sheba, and since I never got around to putting this picture up at the time, BAM!!!!! (good Lord, she's STILL FINE.)

An example of this was my recent journey with my beard. I went 98 days without shaving or getting a haircut. It didn't start out that way, but hell; after a while, I just didn't worry about getting a cut or shaving. When I wanted to go out, it never scared women off too much. Shit, some actually dug The Cast Away Look. Who knows, maybe one day I'll resurrect The Beard, but for now, it's back to the normal look.

I haven't written much poetry lately, because...well, there's nothing to write about. The last time I wrote endlessly turned into so many poems about the same woman that they coulda filled up a whole damn book. Once that came to pass, I wrote about whatever else was on my mind. These days, though? Nada. When it comes, it comes.

My current mindstate is that of an appreciative man and one that's just...at ease. I have a list of books that need reading. At one time, I wouldn't read anything but Black authors, and I would scream at anyone who attempted to recommend fiction to me, but that's not so much the case anymore. I've read Huck Finn and To Kill a Mockingbird already, but that was years ago, so I figure now is as good a time as any to re-visit them. By the time I get to The Godfather, I'm sure I'll be ready to go back to autobiographies, books about particular periods in time, or whatever.

I'm convinced I have never been more at peace than I am now. Anytime I write on this site, which will hopefully be more than I did last year, I just feel at ease. Twitter is where I just have fun, cut up, cuss like crazy, and do whatever, and Facebook is cool, but this is much more slowed down; kinda like the end of your day, when you just take your shoes off, stretch, and walk around the house butt-naked with music playing in the background and drinkin' a glass of Simply Lemonade. Not that I do that sort of thing; well, yes I do, but it makes me happy.

So yeah; I'm gonna write more. Even if it's just a random thought (a la the Thoreau quote that STILL stumps me), or more extensive words, I'm gonna do it, but it can't be forced. Never that. It has to be authentic, or it's a waste of time.

1/12/11 @ 3:36 AM

Matters of The Heart

The heart is forever inexperienced. - Thoreau

I saw this quote in a tweet about a week ago, and it's stumped me ever since, basically because I disagree with it. Then again, I don't know the context of the quote, which I have been searching for.

I'll look harder; explicitly as well as internally.

1/9/11 @ 1:00 A.M.