Celebrating love. I love celebrating love. Out of all of the holidays, I can't think of one that I love better. I've been working hard at it too. I had a goal to publish a book of love poems this year, but it didn't work out that way. So I'd like to share a few that I especially love.

Winter Dusk

The room was quiet in the early evening, still after the birds had burrowed in the mango and the dogs lay on the floor in a stupor after their dinner,

I watched from the bed, sprawled and relaxed, as you got ready to go out with me, pulling your pants up and tucking your shirt in, your idea of fancy.

You had decided to grow your hair, you wanted a pony tail you said, and long strands fell across your brow, unmanageable explosions of silver and sun bleached gold, resisting conformity. you wore it pulled back, and wouldn’t have anything to do with the myriad of bottles of hair product I’d gotten for you. You brushed these locks away from you face, exposing wiry crinkled hairs growing out of your brows, popping out of your forehead, reaching for the stars. They had the appearance of having been waiting forever to be free, I wanted to cut them, they didn’t belong in our sanctuary,

But why disrupt this precious moment, as you reached down and took my face in your hands, whispering, “I love you so much”, before you kissed me.

  

Unrestrained Touch

We were in the grocery store the first time you slipped your hand underneath the waistband of my jeans and stroked my butt.

I jumped and stared at you. I told you to stop, believing you had no boundaries or social skills or something. I was shocked you didn’t realize that out of bed I was proper.

Now I’m sorry that time passed, I’m sorry that I asked you to stop. I don’t like being proper anymore, I’m bored with it.

Today, as I lie with the turtles at the beach, the sun warms my back and a trickle of sweat tickles me as it eases down the curve of my spine. Your brave hand slips between my legs and simply cracks the façade I worked so hard to keep, my lover moving with my swells, leaving me momentarily unrestrained.