I’m back in Houston now after a wonderful stint in IA. I miss it already, honestly. I guess I’m going to have to visit or something, because it seems to be one of those places that calls you back. Or maybe it’s just the lovely people. :)
So I’m sitting here feeling multi-faceted, complicated, and conflicting nameless mood(s). I’m playing an extremely eclectic, random selection of music too, to fit my mood(s) and to have some background noise for the pseudo-monthly computer clean out, keeping my mind off goodbyes and distance and all of that stuff, as well as trying not to be too anxiety-ridden by the whole med school mystery. While I was digging through a documents folder, I found this little ditty.
It’s a little rough and needs a touch of editing, but I thought it was pretty apt. I actually remember writing this. It was written shortly before I went to IA to visit the Boy for the first time. (And, as a side note, “drinking” at the end of the poem should be read as an adjective, not a verb.)
a sketch from memory
warm baritone/tenor purrs across skin.
voice rippling in real, gritty tones
edged to polished diamond sharpness, but
rough around the edges, raw,
soothing in blunt tangibility,
a surprising warmth with no pretense,
and a melody tripped in trailing musical words,
flat, sharp, discordant, harmonious
but natural.I can hear the smile before I see
that mouth, that beautiful mouth that forms it.
firm with stern stubbornness, simple, effortless authority,
but soft and sweet, all hard lines gone and replaced by
delicious appeal.
lips rain kisses unyielding, possessing, but
at the dawn, gentle and puffy with sleep.
reminder of cloves and coffee
of early nights that turn into late mornings
with no promises and no strings attached.the feel of a lingering, overlooking gaze,
heavy with the weight of non-judgment
but not of acceptance.
cut winter sapphire that looks and sees;
gorgeous eyes I have been captured in.
there is a frost shielding the fire,
as grave as a first snow,
smoke curling through light,
pinpricks of darkness in lakes of ultramarine.firm and knowing caresses across breathlessness.
quiet insistence to forget all boundaries
dares me to forget the same.
ready, precise, accurate
fingers, hands beautiful in capability,
formed in capability,
a touch that evokes safety.blunt honesty lays all bare
to whim and want laced with personal honor.
words that can break down and build up,
buoy, sink, or destroy.
a caring indifference,
emotionless feeling controlled by logic.
chaotic reason, sensibility
and grounded down-to-earth sense in the sky.a differing inspires the intimidation.
sweet daunting as I struggle to rise to that level,
delicious, unexpected, laced with a fearful fall upward
into the perfect blue.
and here I wait with slowly melting glass
to taste
(spearmint, drinking chocolate on winter night walks, hints of gin and tonic)
(voice mouth eyes touch presence)
you.
