my favorite lingerie
let me undress your inhibitions
laugh lines
mean you have lived and loved
forget your insecurities
I wouldn’t have you
any other way
I love you the way you are
your smile has always been
my favorite lingerie
where i revolve
like the moon and galaxy
who quietly anticipate the night
I patiently await the moment
that our hearts finally align
to explore the universe of your hair
to see my future in your eyes
as our souls unlock
every mystery unsolved
for I am a lonely satellite
in search of a shining star
and you will always be the light
where I revolve
Regarding the image: Pretty obvious why I selected this one for the poem, but those lips, that painted mouth…… SIGH
a lonely flame. una llama solitaria.
The Lonely Author confesses his love to his muse.
El Autor Solitario confiesa su amor a su musa.
0:01 a lonely flame
0:49 una llama solitaria
This poem debuted a month ago on Youtube.
rain on my windshield
a road slick with memories
billboards pass silently
reminding me of the unspoken words
that have me seeing red
‘til they became traffic signals
in the intersection of a romance
on the corner of what could have been
and what was never meant to be
oh my
insistent wipers keep saying no
as the rain on my windshield
evaporate, like drops of your love
I will always treasure your beautiful support. Thank you.
5 year anniversary
So, who misses their 5 year anniversary? This lonely boob, of course.
I am so caught up on my daily exercise, diet routine, and recovery, I completely missed my anniversary this past Monday (Sept 21st).
My blog has evolved over the years, from novel writing and humor to love, poetry, and sharing my fascination of women.
Will this blog keep evolving? Why are you asking me? How should I know?
Expect more poetry, beaches, and love for women. Hey, that is what I do! I am a leaf gliding on the wind, unsure where I am heading………
Perhaps, it will lead me straight to you.
Smooches people.
from my heart to yours
With everything prepared for my sudden surgery, I spent my Sunday answering 300 comments and reconnecting with all of you. Thank you for keeping me occupied.
Back in November, I started this struggle with my heart. For years, I consumed pain killers which were not FDA approved.
Now, I am paying the price. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. I did this to myself. I only mention it so no one makes my same mistake.
My surgery (double bypass) is on Monday at 7:00 AM
From my heart to yours, a warm eternal thank you.
Never would have survived without you.
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. — John Lennon
Life is what happens…..
Monday of last week, I posted my first poem in two months (who am i). At that moment, I was feeling good, strong, and my recovery was going well. I knew I had open heart surgery on the horizon (Sept or Oct), but things were positive.
Then, my blood pressure dropped to dangerous levels.
This week, doctors have run more tests. They confirmed two arteries in my heart are deteriorating faster than they first suspected (one being the widow maker).
We are scrambling to get insurance approval, chest X-ray, EKG, carotid ultrasound, vein mapping, COVID test, and a meeting with an anesthesia team all complete.
I will do my best to answer all comments and read as many blogs as time permits.
This most likely will be my last post for a while.
Be happy. Stay inspired.
On a different note, I have updated The Man Behind The Blog. Please, feel free to drop a note there.
allégro
dancing are rays of moonlight
on the ocean
dancing are your verses
on my skin
goosebumps slowly transform
into prima ballerinas
dancing an eternal allégro
a pirouette of white plumes
stirring me with passion
tickling the crevices
in my soul
dancing leaf
a dry leaf dances
when the cool wind
drags and pushes her away
reminiscent of the fashion
you discard my love
for every time we get close
‘til our souls are almost one
you become a gentle breeze
softly caressing my heart
then, you’re gone
Be gentle people, it has been two months since I attempted to write poetry. There is plenty of rust.
who am i
who are you
her reflection sighs
fogging the mirror
before I can steal a kiss
who am I
the mist dissipates
revealing a garden forgotten
a mirror image of me
two flowers of dark love
sowed in solitude
I soil my face with jasmines
her scent whispers to me
you are my soul
I am the air that you breathe
The Lonely Author 