The Journal of two women I loved
The Journal of two women I loved 83 LinesNovember 15th, Two Thousand and Eleven 9:55AM
Well, here I am again in the archives of my past life,
Reviewing two women worthy to be my wife,
In tales of my attraction,
And deep satisfaction,
That I liked them both at the same time,
And sometimes teetered on both of them mine,
October 31st, that halloween some 11 years ago is the birth, the begin,
Candy man I was to these women then,
And soon I would journal how the fiesty one grew on me like white grows on rice,
How I was sugar and she should be my spice,
I wrote about her hair, I think even her beautiful face,
I wrote about how she got on my nerves all over the place,
I wrote alot of things about her and in the end my heart desired,
This same women to be with me long after our years of work retired,
She often reminded me of Salma Hayek and so I called her my little Salma,
I wanted to dine her at Bella restaurant formerly on La Palma,
Shes the kind of woman who will press your buttons to make you a better man,
Though it takes the heart of patience to understand,
There was a time when she would run her hands through my hair,
Walk right behind me when I was sitting and embrace the dark curls of glory, like Fred Astare,
I loved this touch, feeling she could and would bring,
I longed for it like nature longs for spring,
I tried to capture every moment, but knew I also had to enjoy the ride,
As I felt her beautiful hands effortlessly glide,
I should have also wrote in my journal that I was a brat,
Along with a few other areas to work on, maybe I would have had her just like that,
Instead she was at best a friend,
All my daydreaming and writing of her was just that, pretend,
For what I wanted was so close but so far apart,
I wanted what I lacked the skill to get, her heart,
And then there was the other,
More beautiful than any other,
She was the rational woman, quick to use her wit and her mind to solve the affairs of the heart,
But confused as all women become no matter how brilliant or smart,
In her I learned to listen and in a short time like grew to love,
She was the sweetest dove,
Could do no wrong in my sight, no matter what the crime,
The pillar behind me they would say through the channels of time,
She had copper curls that I ached to play with, touch,
The only woman who put courage in me to defend her whether strong or on crutch,
I wrote on how she was a plain beauty who could clean up and dazzle on sight,
Often there were times I had to hold back my feelings for her with all my might,
I guess that is the curse beauty has on a woman, she is cryptonite to even the strongest minded man,
Had me thinking me and the rational one were my destination, my plan,
I didnt have a blackbook of ideas to show how good I could be,
Just the intution that I could treat her right, do my part to create in her, happy,
You beat them all out for the top spot, even the fiesty one explained above,
You are the woman I am certain I could love,
I loved when you came and sat on my lap,
So much I wanted to believe this is it! Its a wrap,
I dont have to hear about xyz man, for I have taken his place,
I would be the man for you to lead through love and grace,
How Ironic the world thought you and I already were on that path,
It, seemed to at times induce your wrath,
Annoyed you some, you couldnt fathom me and you,
Oh but little did you knew,
I had a little more than a crush on you,
But I rookie, was reaching for the stars with the map just to fly around the moon,
Fool would be my end at noon,
I revealed what you likely knew but I should not,
Have mouthed aloud, put dead on the spot,
Forever changed was our relationship me and you,
No more confiding in me, your buddy but not your boo,
Even though the format for telling was genius, even you agreed that the presentation was the stuff of legend,
Didnt matter though as the gap wegend,
And we grew apart uncertain to cross paths again,
Rekindled the friendship we created from within,
And so is the story of two flames that no longer burn,
Extinguished is the fire, but did I really learn?
For these are two women with whom I once sought,
But falling hard to earth missed mightly what another man has caught.
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