i promised a glimpse into our paradise.

well, here is paradise.

b.

my ideal woman in my head...

tucks me into bed & plants kisses
as soft as clouds on my forehead.

makes my mornings so easy that
i have toothpaste on my toothbrush.

looks at me so lovingly & adoringly
that "i-love-yous" are unnecessary.

acknowledges me even when she's
busy / having fun / preoccupied
with a little touch, a kiss, a smile,
or a simple glance my way.

cradles me in her arms every morning,
creating the safest place for me.

meets me in the middle most times,
even though she still makes provisions
for me.

listens to my every thought,
my every fear, my every joy,
my every hurt, my every love,
my every passion, my every rant,
my every bitch fit, my every hope,
my every second, minute, & hour...
all without judgement, or fear,
unaccounted words, or anger,
or preconceived notions.

completes my sentences for me.

runs her fingers through my hair,
gently waking me from slumber.

puts a smile on my face just by
looking her way.

leaves me breathless & wanting
oh-so-much-more.

goes crazy when she plays with me,
packs craziness away when i need it,
& stays sane when darkness threatens
to eat me alive.

catches me when i fall instead
of just saying she will.

makes me laugh like a lunatic,
all in a good way.

shares her life with me,
intricate details intact.

shares good meals with me.

is as proud of me...
as i am of her.


ladies & gentlemen,
that woman has stepped out
of the cave that is my head,
& into my life.

b.

sun-kissed & rejuvenated,
with all of life's troubles
floating away with the
waves of the andaman sea
i watched all day & night...
with your hand in mine,
my heart in yours.

if i could stop the sands of time
in your favourite hour glass,
that would've been the moment
i would've chosen to do so.

to joint accounts, coconut hunts,
jumping on the bed like lunatics,
pillow fights, delectable dinners
( sponsored by karma or not! ),
horrible lunches, infinity pools,
big boobs, stalking wat tat lou,
learning spatterings of languages :
japanese / cantonese / french / italian,
big pansies, surveillance playground,
beached whales, big foot slippers,
jenga madness, poster children,
a lil' bit of somethin'-somethin',
impersonating animals on our porch,
conversations over veuve clicquot,
old skool baths, outdoor showers,
our paradise / heaven on earth...
& l.o.v.e. - akeelah style.

you are my bay &
i am your ma lou.

oh dear god...
how unbecoming.



b.

the sweetest thing i've ever
had whispered in my ear:
i don't understand how anyone
could be so cruel to you baby.

can i turn back time so
you'd never have gotten
so badly burnt before?
if i could, i would bay.

i promise.

b.