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I am Forever Coffee-Stained by You

The sun-scorched milk swirls like the sands of time: bubbling and changing, dancing among the microscopic grains of glass.

I tiptoe upon each piece, careful not to fall into the wrong color, stepping and twirling with the ever-changing bronze. My golden hair swooshes around, growing until it blends with the frothy milk.

The tans and browns continue to change into each other until another element is added, which glorifies each grain and magnifies its marvel. I stop, stunned by the sun’s reflection, and think of you. The swirls – golden and tawny – slip through my fingers, flowing flawlessly away.

Is that where you are? Floating beautifully away from me?

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Posted by on June 30, 2015 in Poetry, Stream of Consciousness, Writing

 

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Dreams coming True

I was surprised yesterday with the most wonderful gift: the ocean. After telling me to meet him at a certain place at a particular time, I made my way by train to the unknown destination. While reading a good book, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the thing that I had been longing for all these months. The calm ocean pulled the train, teasing me to touch its frigid waters. When the train got to its last stop, I got off to feel the warm embrace of the man I love while the wind whipped around us. He smiled, his eyes full of surprises, and led me to the place I was hoping: the beach. We walked on the coarse sand and talked for hours, wanting only to be in that place, and I realized in that moment, that it is possible to have everything you always wanted.

Me sorprendió ayer con el regalo más maravilloso: el océano. Después de decirme que lo encontrara en un lugar determinado en un momento determinado, me dirigía en tren hacia el destino desconocido. Durante estoy leyendo un buen libro, me di cuenta por el rabillo del ojo lo que yo había estado esperando durante todos estos meses. El mar en calma sacó el tren, burlándose de mí para tocar sus aguas frígidas. Cuando el tren llegó a su última parada, me bajé a sentir el cálido abrazo del hombre que amo, mientras el viento azotaba a nuestro alrededor. Él sonrió, sus ojos llenos de sorpresas, y me llevó al lugar que estaba esperando: la playa. Caminamos a la arena gruesa y hablamos durante horas, esperando sólo para estar en ese lugar, y me di cuenta en ese momento, de que es posible tener todo lo que siempre quiso.

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2012 in Australia, Love, Travel, Writing

 

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