No Need to Beckon

Dinner digested, I headed to the sink, I glanced back; I saw him wink. “Oh, you look so fetching!” he uttered, Without much ado, he beckoned. Here was a man who acted whenever desire made its entrance. He knew how to initiate a loving advance. “Leave the dishes, sit here with me.” His motives were easy to see. We savoured the moment indeed. Today, there is little difference. The years have not reduced his effervescence. When he speaks to me, I escape into his world, buoyed by his inviting aura. No need to beckon; I loved him yesterday, today and will love him tomorrow

Two Minds Merge

Your hand outstretched in the air Meets my outstretched hand in the air A gesture At a certain time In a certain place To the witnesses on the periphery Their thoughts focused on the periphery Two meet Superficial motion Random it seems A meaningless happening Chance perhaps But it was a beginning before it even began Governed by the infinite realm of hope Triggering the happening after the end Leading to convergence The merging of two minds

Youthful Exuberance

I hope that you do experience The youthful exuberance That I experience During this endless happy journey of loving you Tell me if you do Tell me if you don’t I want to know

Issues

You don’t mind that I did not tattoo your name on my wrist, Nor that wearing a bracelet with your name is not on my list. Mum did not flaunt Dad’s name, Yet they shared 70 years of bliss. They said I love you now and then, Spontaneously blew a kiss. I guess they got it right. They knew how to avoid a fight! They ate dinner together every night. It was the norm at that time, They saved every dime. Who does such things anymore? Do couples still discuss everything right to the core? Many honestly feel doing so is quite a bore. We ought to reflect on old times, Caribbean folk lore, Bring issues in our relationship, up front, to the fore. Without a doubt, we both know issues abound, Let us not wake up one day to a rapidly deteriorating wound.

Photos

Tattered album of old photos Vibrant memories and mottos Fill me with love’s positive impression Familiar body language and expression Viewing photos in the pandemic Avoiding depression Photos Like colourful celebration balloons Embracing freedom in the air Venturing high Moving without a care Delighting Triggering a tear Sitting with the album alone Acknowledging I will never hear your voice again on the phone Never again will I connect with that engaging humourous tone Nor hear you repeat you were not put on earth to turn to stone These photos inhabit my mind Making it their secure home