#pepitamia

Let’s wear time like a silk scarf,

our hands a sieve for the moments as they pass.

I will dangle the hopeful spring days in my earlobes,

and wear the moonless dark nights around my neck.

And each orgasm is a jewel in your crown.

And each argument is a bead around my ankle.

And each kiss,

each sleepy-eyed “I love you,”

each turn of the cheek,

each flick of the wrist—

little seams that line the insides of our coats.

You will wear the years like so many rings on your fingers

as you tap, tap, tap on the steering wheel.

And I will wear old age like a pair of fine gloves,

You don’t have to convince me

of love or magic.

Because the stars aligned the whites of our eyes

           long before I saw you.

And once we stood foot to foot on opposite ends of the earth,

and lava moved between us, churning all things magnetic,

and a stirring in my heart was somehow synchronous,

with a stirring in yours,

and the pull was so strong that it dragged tears from my eyes,

and a life so carefully constructed was sacrificed to the tide of this.

This love.

She watches it on her phone in the middle of dyad meetings every Tuesday and Thursday, secretly under the table so the other people can't see.

36. Something that’s constantly on my mind:

Pepa, maybe you are just thirsty.  ; )

I can get you some water! 

"Does this person look happy to see me?"