Rosalind Guy's Blog, page 23

Love Touched Me

Love touched me on the

shoulder and then walked

away. I didn’t know if Love

wanted me to follow or stay

and wait so I turned and looked

the other way. And when I turned

back around——–Love was gone.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

Luv Cutz

Day Seven of Seven Days of Love:

If luv cutz like ev’ry

other emotion how can we

ev’r know when luv

shows up disguised as

some other emotion? If luv cutz

when I reach out to touch it

why would I choose to still call

it luv? If luv drops me once I choose

to fall, maybe it wasn’t ever love at all.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

*photo courtesy of decohubs.com

 

Dating Game(s)

Day Six of Seven Days of Love:

Things I think about on a lonely afternoon:

How easy it is to fall asleep beside you.

How lying in your arms must be

What it felt like to rest in my mother’s

Arms as a newborn.

How some nights I crawl under my covers

To hide while I read a book

But now I’d rather listen to you

Getting lost in worlds your words create.

How connected I feel to you

We give truth to the re-connection of parted

Souls. What we have together is soul-true,

Not just another Dating Game episode.

How the days seem to run together, indistinguishable

And it’s okay because in all the run-together days

I can find you embedded in them

Even if sometimes it’s only in my mind.

How it’s because of you that I learned

Not to take God’s blessings for granted

Or the slanting of the Universe to make

One of my dreams come true.

How I learned the cost of choosing to

Value a heart that continues to trust

In feelings that don’t need the presence

Of words.

How paying attention –really beginning to see–

Helped me see who is truly hearing me.

How you gave me the heart and the chance

To experience time flowing like a river

It’s constantly moving, it’s not just an illusion,

But still I learned to keep swimming.

Because one day time will stop and

The river will stop flowing

And these will just be the things I was thinking

On a lonely afternoon. And good-bye will be words

That never got a chance to be spoken

Imploring me to live my life running away from

My fears when I could be lying in your dreams,

Living in your arms, Living with your words.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

 

*Photo courtesy of Wikipedia

Love Beyond Words

Day Five of Seven Days of Love:

I want to love you without words

Words do have power beyond measure

But I need to go beyond just saying

I love you.

I want you to know that men

Have feelings too and I’m feeling

Something deeply for you. I want to open

My heart and soul to you. I want to

Taste everything about you.

Leave a trail of my smile

From your mind to your lips

To the little dent between your thighs.

I want to eat your words

Run a finger down the spine

Of your desire. I want you.

I need you. I love you.

But words will never be enough to

Show that to you.

I see the glinting edge of doubt

Shining in your eyes when I tell you

I love you. And that’s why I need to love you

Beyond mere words. I want to swim in the

Deep end of your doubt until I prove to you

That I’m not like the others who tried to break you.

I want to lasso the shards of your shattered heart

And put it back together piece by piece.

I won’t tell you I love you

I want to show you. Listen to my heart,

It beats only for you. Close your eyes while I

Count to three and when you finally let go

I want you to trust in me that I’ll catch you

When you fall. You’ll never fall alone

As long as I….I won’t say the words

I’ll show you.

Can words alone bear the truth

Of all that I’m feeling for you?

Can you hear me say I —- you

And know that I listen to you and imagine

A hundred different way I can swim

In the essence of you? Can you hear

Mere words and know that I choose

To never live another day without you?

I want to love you beyond words.

Whisper all your secrets to my longing soul

Allow them to create a path we can travel

And go deeper together. I want to —- you

And I choose to. But I’m going to do it

Without words because I do love you

And that means more to me than any words

Could ever say.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

You

Day Four of Seven Days of Love:

I fell in love with

your words and that’s when I knew

I couldn’t live without you.

I craved your touch and

that’s when I knew I would

love you forever.

I carved a space for you

in my heart and that’s how I know

I’ll always need you.

I want to impregnate you

with all the ways I love you.

To erase the look of doubt

that comes into your eyes

when I promise you

I’ll never let you go.

I want to slip inside you

and completely cover you

so you never feel you mean

less than you do to me.

You are my world and

I will carefully hold and

balance you. Forever.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

What is Love?

Day Three of Seven Days of Love:

For the first time in my life

I will admit it:

I don’t know what love is.

I imagine it must be like

Getting carried away

By the wind & laughing

Instead of crying when you admit

You don’t know

Where you will land.

Maybe it’s the act of

Examining your own soul

Finding places where

Footsteps have trod

Feeling relief to know

You were nice enough

To take your shoes off, so

You’d leave a path

To my heart

And that’s all.

Love could be deciding to

Release all preconceived beliefs

In order to fully embrace

The person you see

Standing before you. And embracing

New ways of seeing things

Because for once

You finally feel like you’re living

And not just breathing

Which is nothing more than a cold

Mechanical function of the body.

Or maybe love is as simple as

Falling asleep knowing

I will see you tomorrow

I will talk to you &

We’ll share smiles & space

We’ll touch when we speak

Touching with hands & words

Feeling calm in our own skin

Because there’s no other place

We’d rather be

Than with each other.

And for the first time

Not having to think about

Who I am so I can

Transform to who you

Want me to be.

Maybe love is a wrecking ball

That destroys walls erected to

Protect a heart that no longer

Needs protecting.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

At First Glance

Day Two of my Seven Days of Love:

At first glance I knew

I wanted her to be mine

I didn’t want to own her

Just to own her love

Almost immediately

I wanted to be the reason

why she would smile

early in the morning

even though she’s not a

morning person.

I knew instantly

that I wanted to spend every day

learning more about her

as we would talk over dinner.

On that first day

with that one first glance

I knew

we’d one day stare up into a sky

full of stars

and with only words

I would build a floor

for us

to dance among the stars

And she’d follow me

even though she’s afraid

of heights.

With just one look

I knew God

created her for me

and that she’d hear

my soul speaking before

I could open my mouth.

With just one glance I knew

I would never let her go.

And this was before

I’d even said hello.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

 

Can I Taste You?

Beginning seven days of love:

Can I taste you?

Can I feel the girth

and weight of you

tickling the back of my throat?

Can I caress you with my tongue

feeling the velvet of your skin

against the tip of my tongue

leaving a trail along the surface

as I take all of you in

starting with your name.

I will start with tender kisses

dropping them on every line and curve

of first your name, then your body.

The switch up will be so quick

it might un-nerve you at first.

But this is something I’ve been

preparing for all my life

so I’ll go slowly. At first.

Can I taste you?

Can I caress the letters

of your name like

cubes of ice

feeling the warmth

of your lips finally meeting mine?

Our souls will continue

the dance

started so long ago

while our bodies play

catch up.

Can I taste you?

Can I know what it’s like

to be engulfed

in all of you

one toasted coconut bite of you

at a time?

Can I taste you?

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

Be Present

Be Present!

How often has someone been talking to you and instead of listening you were planning how you would reply or thinking about what you were planning to cook for dinner that evening or thinking about something else altogether different than what the person was saying to you? You know, you just weren’t present in the moment. Think about how much it would mean to that person who’s speaking to you if you would choose to be present in that moment and actually hear what is being said to you.

That’s an important life lesson and also important in writing. I’m currently taking the online James Patterson Masterclass for fiction writing. I was hesitant about paying to take the class because I didn’t really see how I’d get anything useful out of the class. I expected it to be just a lot of Richard Simmons-type inspiration. You can do it! Rah, rah, rah! And for the most part, that’s what it is. It’s pretty much listening to James Patterson talk about what works for him with a bit of sage wisdom sprinkled in throughout the video “lectures.”

Well, one of the things Mr. Patterson says that he has to do is consistently remind himself to be present in the scenes when he’s writing, to put himself right there in the thick of things with his characters. Sometimes, as writers we may think we’re there with our characters because we’re engaged in the act of writing. But just because we’re writing doesn’t mean we’re present. It’s just like that person who’s talking to you while you’re planning your dinner menu in your head. When we write like that, we cheat our characters and our readers. So, I’ve adopted Mr. Patterson’s strategy for reminding himself to be present when he’s writing. One of the things he does is simply write along the top of the page: Be present. It’s a reminder to stay with his characters as he writes so the reader will stay with the character while they’re reading.

So, maybe the money I spent for the Masterclass was money well spent after all. I guess I’ll see how things go. I’m not even halfway finished with the course. But I’m always reminding myself to be present when I write. And, who knows, maybe that’s a lesson that will spill over to other parts of my life.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

Distorted Memories

I stepped through to the other side

walked right through the looking glass

trying to find my family

roots.

I found my grandmother, recognized her

right away. I’d seen pictures of her

but she’d never seen any of me.

We were like distant strangers

converging on a moment in time and

after we’d spent hours talking

she smiled the strange smile of remembering.

“I feel as if though I’ve known you all my life.”

And her words felt to me

like lying across grandma’s lap in summertime or

being held near grandma’s bosom listening

while she sings to me, songs her mother

used to sing to her. I felt the weight of history

in the lyrics of her songs.

But one day the mirror shimmered.

Grandma looked at me like the stranger I was.

“What are you doing sitting on me?

Would you get up off me please?”

I stretched my body up toward the sky

so I could kiss her cheek

and slid away with all her other

distorted memories.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind