I haven’t written much and so here is the backgound to my next post. My life now a vast departure from the days of sand between my toes and wind flying through my hair as I rode my horse through untouched Puerto Rico. My surroundings now are touched, built up, the concrete schoolyard of New… [Read more…]
May 20, 2009
Text from Caballito: “I guess you don’t want to see me anymore, right? I will stop insisting eventually don’t worry . . . “ My companion. The smiles, the ease, the comfort and the dances– the memories remain. The words on this blog cement them. The emotions I survived, the attachment to a connection that… [Read more…]
April 27, 2009
I wonder what it is. I note a difference-one that transcends the now that is relevant. A perfect weekend. My thoughts drifted to S but not without relief. A heart wasn’t pained, just pensive. This weekend isnt what I expected. A man who I have never before dated spontaneously invited me to the British Virgin… [Read more…]
March 9, 2009
He knows my beauty marks. He touches them. He stares at me intently. Captivated and engaged. His eyes pierce mine. And his ears listen–to words shared and to those left unsaid. He is honest, brilliant and ambitious. Not to mention stunningly handsome. He is complete with values and goals. Many aligned with mine. He is… [Read more…]
February 23, 2009
Thoughts indistinct. Movement without significance. No moments this past weekend elicit a painting. I write of noise. A weekend in Vieques. Following my last minute decision, an impulsive text was sent to the very handsome man stranger from the gym Friday morning: Going to Vieques if u want One wrap following a work out and two lunches… [Read more…]
February 13, 2009
Can the world execute a well-crafted plan? A series of events. Is there a camera rolling? This isn’t happening. I am not this girl. . . I see the mirrors. I am secure in my self, but my ego is in check and this insanity, is not . . . I am already missing U.… [Read more…]
January 11, 2009
24 hours later. On the couch where his eyes could not meet mine. Where his voice was lost. The couch I walked away from . . I thought I would never look back. A conversation, a teaching of my needs and here we are again. The break up, deleted. You open champagne. A gift you… [Read more…]
January 11, 2009
I ended it Friday night. Everything I had was what I wanted, but for some reason my emotions were not in accord. Much like my growing departure from New York, sometimes what your mind tells you is irrelevant. My mind tells me New York is more my home than Puerto Rico. It tells me to… [Read more…]
January 9, 2009
I pull closer. I cannot get close enough. My body is yearning for yours. I can feel you inside me. A wave of calm mixed with a resurgence of sexual energy, My mind and my movements take on a prowess. I feel seductive, sexy and . . . free. My sensuality had been on an… [Read more…]
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