The Things That Two People Share When They Connect

(This is a repost from March 2007, but I thought it was appropriate to bump it up.)
… Not the things that two people share, but the things that two people share when they connect. Is a relationship only about sex or an official title? What ever happened to all the hidden details? Does a painter only draw stick figures on a white background? Is a song just about the words? I want the things that are most meaningful, walks in the park at night, endless conversations into the early morning, cuddling on the couch in front of a movie, the intimacy of her innermost secrets, the smell her skin, conversations with only glances, the sense of adventure and discovery, the intimacy of a kiss on the neck, the warm air of a whisper, stealing the cold of her lips after heavy breathing, the peace of mind when you truly trust, her idiosyncrasies that turn her into something weird and wonderful, the flirting, the mutual smirks, the breaking of boundaries and the setting of new ones, the complicity of sin, the constant laughter, the refreshing feeling of the harmony of her presence, the thoughts that make you smile in her absence, the expectation of the next date, the satisfaction of her happiness, the calls in the middle of the night just because, the presence of a car waiting outside to pick you up, waiting outside to pick her up, the first two seconds after she gets in your car, a kiss under a red light, the mutual respect for each other values. …

Advertisements

Jimbox

Our friend Jimbox. Nice hair Jimbo.

The First Cold Morning of September

September 16th, 2007 – New Brunswick NJ

There is a magical contradiction in this first cold morning of the arriving Autumn. This morning the sun shines bright on the green leaves outside my open window, but it cannot disguise the hostile coldness in the air. This chill does not numb my body though. This chill reminds me of the agony, the pain and sorrow, the sensuality and bliss, the desire and amour that I once felt. It hurts and heals at the same time. It reminds me that I am alive because I feel and that I feel because I am alive.

The slight chill in the air brings me memories of the first and last Septembers in her life. Soon, the leaves will change colors and I will have forgotten if I am seventeen, twenty-one, or twenty-four years old.

Dan mes reves

Dans mes rêves, tu m’as dit que tu m’aimes encore. C’est vrai?

Comment

Comment est-ce que je fais pour ne penser en toi?

Je t’aime encore

Je t’aime encore…

The Beginning and the Tone…

“f**k you for not saying good bye and f**k you for not responding – you better be sleeping – thank you for the drink but I needed 4 more to get through tonight nite nite”, she wrote.

“f**k you for not noticing and f**k you for not responding – you’ve been asleep – you are welcome for the drink and I wanted to get you through last night, or any night. good morning.”, he replied.