Today marks one year from the time you left us and on days like this it’s just so hard for us to comprehend
Sometimes when the sun is setting in the distant mountain tops, I/we think about you and the thought is more often than not, unfathomable.
We always looked forward to seeing your beautiful smile and hear your hearty laugh every time we visited
Even in the throbbing pain, you were always happy, always full of stories
We are happy to have known you and lived part of our lives with you and in many ways, you taught us how to live, how to love and how to learn.
Thank you for giving us life, life lessons and most of all, allowing us to live! You could’ve abandoned us, but you didn’t, you could’ve hated us, but you didn’t.
Death lies in our beds but your memories and undying love for us is what keeps us company and gives us hope for tomorrow.
Sometimes you’re a maze that I get lost in…but you’re amazing still.
You seem to have that ice in a dark flavour, a darkness within that might consume my entire essence
I tend to hear the roars of your soul from time to time
And yesterday I stared into my ice flavoured cup as if I was looking for your soul in the dark like a blind man trying to put a thread through a needle.
You are compared to nothing I’ve ever tasted
And that’s why I’m fighting for the right to be your Mr. Right
You are my enchanted paradise
and your sheer beatitude got me wishing that I could take it deeper than my voice could ever go
I’m hoping that one day after we’ve created something with our genes, you’ll wake up with my t-shirt on.
You are what’s popping and you have my heart beating in words I can’t pronounce.
You are the original chaos, 50 flavours of Ice all in one
You are the treasure on treasure island and I’m Captain Flint trying to find you.
Sometimes when you laugh so heartily, I want to bathe in those tears of joy like the waterfall on the great River Nile
In my world you stand tall like the Eiffel tower and I’m trying to be Gustave Eiffel to redesign your interior and weave your world view in a most intricate fashion
You are the Statue of Liberty and in some ways you are my liberation
You are like a song remix that the original version can’t match up to
You are my genie granted wish, from your teeth to your laugh, you are truth and grace and Ice!
You have 50 flavours and then some
You serve that golden glaze, caramel,strawberry chocolate vanilla ice cream all in one
Like I ordered for you but I got the whole menu all in one
You are the brightest shining star on the Orion belt, my shining star within.
You guide my path to a place where I can find peace
To the year 1274, when Dante the “Divine Comedy” Italian poet at the age of 9 glanced at the 8 year old Beatrice Portinari and instantly fell in love with her portraying her in his “ Vita Nouva” as his abstract model of love and beauty
She became the object of his musings just like you have become mine, my centerpiece attraction.
I’m fluent in body language, that skin to skin, mouth to mouth kind of talk but I want you to teach me how to be fluent in your love language,
I want you to give me some FaceTime but without the face masks,
So that we can experience some lip sync to the beat of our hearts
Sometimes I want to write poetry with footnotes because last time I felt like Dante in his sonnet , ‘My lady’ was describing you in so many perfect ways when he said “my lady carries love within her eyes and all that she looks on is made pleasanter”
and when Octavio Paz said “you are a single presence in a surge of waves”, I felt that on levels I can’t fathom
My intentions for your body are soft and with you is where I’m trying to be
I want us to ride to a slow song preferably 12 o’clock and then maybe later we can vibe to Pachelbel’s cannon and imagine the future in its brightness as I whisper those sweet lyrics in your ears and tell you that “you are my best chance to live, my eyes when I watch the sun setting over the sea…”
I want you for me so selfishly that even the echo of your name speaks to me, you are the sent one,sent for me…
And lately I’ve been writing dreams for you, filling thoughts with you and painting imaginations about you.
You’re the kind that will say you’re taking a rain check and I’ll tell you that it’s not even raining.
Even though I’m a mix, the good, the bad and the ugly, I want to be the hero in your life story always saving your day
I want to see what you have underneath and like Talie wrote, make camp in your heart.
I’ve heard stories about the South of France, maybe one day because you like wine,we can go wine tasting, and because I like to dance,salsa dancing
We could also throw around cheesy jokes because we like a good laugh.
Maybe then, I could love you beyond the hills where the sun rises and all the way to the plains where it sets or spread across your whole life like the autumn leaves on a vast forest floor.
Open wounds remind us that memory lane is like a winding road
But the past is like a little wavelet washing up on the face of some rock or sand ashore, it comes and it goes…
Sometimes I wonder if I can still defeat destiny even with this weight upon my shoulders.
I know I don’t pray as much as I should …
But I pray to God about you
Because your awesomeness, you are a force and I have a deep reverence for you
When you speak, I’m as attentive as an obsequious waiter and some times I think the words you speak are scripture worthy
I talk about you the way devout people talk about their god,
Like a fanatic, you have become the object of my visions and overwhelmed my mind
You have made me a dreamer of sweet delight.
I want to love you naked, see past your flaws and love you past your pain.
Your awesomeness,
You are a sight for sore eyes, you bring instant relief
And sometimes I play your favourite music to sleep at night just so I can imagine myself with you down a no lane road, with a house on a hill where the wild things grow.
I want to ride with you till the wheels fall off but if you don’t wanna ride
Then we can fly,
Fly away to never land
Throw caution to the winds and speak the language of the universe, the language of love.
You remind me of the stars in the night sky
Only sometimes, they don’t shine…because you are my understated fervour and I don’t know what to do with the excess
Your awesomeness,
Let’s do a Romeo and Juliet, only live happily ever after.
Because I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Have you ever watched the motion of a basketball game? The art,the intensity , the heart beating pace?
Do you think you can love me like that?
With an intensity unmatched making me sweat, aching for a win…
Do you want to bag that win? Me?
As soon as that whistle goes? Do you want to be part of my team, a team that works together with no boundaries and wins together?
Where you get to pass me your heart, and I shoot my shot like Curry, and we win, together?
Can you defend the rim (my heart) like Whiteside, play intensely for me like Westbrook, cross them over like Harden, make them dance like Kyrie, attack our opponents like Davis and slum dunk on them like Giannis?
I want to have an MVP season with you but I promise, not to play you but to hold you like that MVP trophy placed on my trophy stand where I get to behold your beauty every day, for the rest of my life.
I want to have an All Star career with you where I get to be a championship contender every season
Won’t you allow me to apply my knowledge like LeBron’s IQ to this little thing of ours?
I have a question for you…
Have you ever touched that genuine fibre of a basketball with all it’s linings and carefully crafted configurations, have you smelt the infectious scent of that leather?
Have you watched the way Kahwi holds that ball in the palms of his hands like his entire world is built around it, like his life depends on it?
Do you think you can hold me like that?
With such grace the way Lillard hits the game winner with such ease and regal grace and signals “dame time”? Can you hold me like that and call it “our” time?
Would you give up if it was a tie and you had ten seconds left on the clock to shoot and win? Win my heart, secure our love?
Would you cry for me the way LeBron cried after winning the 2016 NBA finals against the Golden State Warriors bringing the first championship to Cleveland?
Would you be loyal like Kobe was for the Lakers playing for them his whole career?
Could you love me like that? Because if not
Then I’m not having any of it, you’ll miss me like that Kyle Lowry shot in game 5 of the 2019 NBA finals against Golden State!
You might treat what I’m about to say to you as compromised, disingenuous, perhaps even as a lie, but then why shouldn’t you?The crazy thing however, is that it bears truth
I haven’t been in love many times but I can’t stop thinking about you and that’s how I know.
You’re worth far more than I can ever give
But I know that,so I’ll give more than I can ever afford
One time I had a dream…
That there appeared a great wonder in heaven, a woman clothed with the sun and the stars beneath her feet, and upon her head, a golden crown, she was dressed in your skin, clothed in your gracefulness and she smiled like you
You are all goodness, all truth, and you mean the world to me
I imagine that kissing you, especially after a while would feel like I’ve delivered a love letter home
I would feel like a stricken bird, smitten with love at the taste of your lips!
I imagine you touching my heart with soft affections
Your lips bearing sweetness, as if honey flavored , I could kiss them all day
In my imagination , sometimes I want to do it silently, slowly and with passion, yet other times I want to do it with a rage, like it’s my last, so I put my soul into it
I want to do it with a longing like tomorrow won’t come, with lust and desire, till the break of dawn…
What I’ve said above and what I’m about to tell you is risky, it’s martyrdom, might as well be farewell…
And my soul cries, my mind is in delirium.
I want to float in your love, in that small limitless universe among the stars with no beginning and no end
They say that too much knowledge is an agony so I’ll tell you that I’ve suffered for so long because within me I’ve always known without saying, that….
Khalil Gibran once wrote “Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul…”
Is it risky to say that you are my reason?because you are my passion
And as of today, I would want you to remember tonight as the beginning of always,
A reminder of a promise like a reward for persisting through life so long alone,
A belief in each other and a possibility of love,
A decision to ignore or simply rise beyond the pain of the past.
You possess the stealthy perfume of wild flowers hidden in the grass
You are dressed in the color of my desires,
My coloring book
I want to travel your body, like the world, traverse your eyes like the sea and be your path through the wilderness of the days to come
I thank God for pictures because everytime i’m in doubt I have our pictures to look to
I imagine that having doubts is like
Telling a rainbow not to be colourful
And on looking at those colors; at you
My universe snaps back into focus
My glances cover you like ivy
And looking at you gets me thinking that your breasts are like two shrines where parallel blood rites are performed,
Your bosom, an arcade full of light.
A song always ends but there’s no reason not to enjoy it
And I’d rather enjoy my last dance to a song that we will be put on repeat to be heard from your full lips on days without end
I want tonight to be a covenant that binds our two souls, a celebration of a chance taken and a proclamation of victory over challenges that lie ahead.
A written Art 