Love Letter #149

Because Joni always says it best.

The Garden

The Garden

Subtle breaths
Kisses on the palms of your hands
Kisses on each fingertip
Biting kisses
Little tickles
Tickling kisses
Where it tickles you
Kisses on every freckle
Down your spine
To your curvaceous warmth
Kisses everywhere
Intoxicating
Grasping kisses
Inspirational kisses
All of the little
Corners of happiness
Besos para ti, querida
Kisses beneath
A silver moon

For a moment
Seas divide
Inviting
Beckoning
Come
Live with me
I will show you my everything
I will share with you my all
I will give you my world
I will show you just enough
Together
We will create
We will love
We will wander
We
Will
Just
Be

Guapa
Bellisima
Succulent
Wonderfullness
Bella
Hermosa
Guapissima
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Words
Fertilizing
Semillas
Sueños

And then
The most simple
The most beautiful
Words blossom
Filling every petal
I love you
And of course
The even more beautiful
I love you too

Palabras
Palabras
Palabras
Palabras hermosas
Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful feelings
Todos hermosas

Until
One day
The beauty
Swallows itself whole
Letters fall away
From paper
Like autumn leaves
Until winter's final exhale
All the sweetness
Expired
Turned to flux
Compost
For the next
There is
Always
Another

Cherished
Love letters fade
Until ink and dead trees
And beautiful words
And behold
That one photograph
(or one hundred and eight)
Where for a moment
You felt loved
Eyes gazing up
Tanned skin
Sandy toed
Trusting
Unquestioning
Adored
Adoring
Unbelievably
Are
All
That
Is
Left

You are an annual
You may reseed
For a season
Or two
Or three
But you
Can
Not
Be perennial
For true perennials
Do not exist here
In his garden

Later
Grappling
To make sense
A lesson learned
A part of the journey
A roller coaster
A pebble in your river
A stupid cliché
Something not meant to be
And all the other things
You tell yourself
To quell
The fire
That scorched
Your
Last
Tender
Leaves

Down in the hole
Where you live now
Where you once thrived
You observe
A new garden growing
Off in the distance
Across the water
Again
Full of hope
And tenderness
And green
And yellow
And words
And kisses
And tingles
And tickles
Titillating
Succulent
Steeped in sameness
Sprouting
With new inspirations
Blind
Again
To the inevitable
Squelch and swallow
Unquenchable desire
Frolicking
In seasons
Disregard

And turning
In to yourself
One more time
Green with envy
Blue with loss
Red with desire
Purple
Barely breathing
You realize
What a beautiful flower
All of these colors will make

So you gather your own seeds
And quietly plant yourself
With sunlight
And rain
And patience
And quiet
Solitude
Knowing
There
Is
No
Other
Way
Back
Up

Be here now.

Be here now.

“Emotions are like waves.
Watch them disappear in the distance on the vast calm ocean.”
― Ram Dass, Be Here Now