i’ll love you in the morning.
right now i just want to bring it back to basics.
slowly yet greedily shed the layers
of the day
covering everything from sight.
i’ll love you in the morning.
right now i just want to bring it back to when we moved with out words,
loosen up the floor boards
forget about the neighbors
look into each others eyes
let our bodies laugh for us
let the heat burn the whole place down
come on
lets bring it back to basics
and i’ll love you in the morning.
– just –
lifted beyond my senses,
im delirious.
so serious.
so into this,
not new to this,
content with this,
breathe into this.
just dance. dance. come on dance.
im lookin for my maker –
match maker.
this new love designer
that seems to change up with the trends.
im lookin for my maker –
match maker.
are you them?
– just fall | in love with the new –
Written by Jacob Ibrag There’s a pocket beneath limitation, where transformation is earned and not easily given. It may seem as if sacrifice is needed, and it most definitely is. Reach beyond dormancy, claim the layers that have been sleeping. Now, awaken. Photographer Unknown
Wake Up.
Meditate.
Write.
Repeat Your Mantra.
Try to smile for no reason other than just because you felt like it.
I was lost in thought again.
bitter winds nipped at my cheeks
As my feet shuffled from foot to foot.
Hoping fingers would find warmth in my pockets,
I ducked my chin into my scarf,
Draping dangerously loose around my neck
And waited tiredly for the agenda to start.
I shivered as flurries found their way
Down my back
And involuntarily
Release its unwanted hello.
Catching your attention
Hands not my own
Pull at the collars of my coat.
Working the first two buttons open
I freeze in confusion
And watch practiced hands
Re-wrap my scarf
Tucking extra ends to protect my chest.
I looked up to see her eyes
Focused on her task
cheeks reddened by her closeness,
Im stiff waiting for the moment to pass.
I watched soft curls fall about her face
As she scolds me about properly
Wearing my scarf
While she buttons the last button.
Smiling straightening my collar
This blush as become a permanent stain on my cheeks.
I slightly nod my head at her wide smile
Im stuck watching her her attention slowly move away.
Feeling endearment’s warmth
With this careful display of love,
Through playful scolding
her worry of me brought,
I grab her hand in awe
Their soft like her, real like her,
Eyes honest like her
Thank you
And I will always remember her for it
Jari G. Planning 