As fate would have it, the love of my life is leaving for thirty seven days. I understand the commitments of global citizenship. But fuck. Am I going to be one cranky scribe.
Scrittrice. Continue reading
The neighbors didn’t know if they loved or hated what they were hearing.
But they definitely heard. Because the two of us weren’t quiet.
Like, when I exhaled, the bed frame rattled. And when he whispered, the floor vibrated.
And the entire time, we smoked and drank espresso. There was nothing in the refrigerator, except for dark chocolate (90%!) and champagne. I always kept a fresh glass of water on the night table, the one on my side of the bed.
My spine opened wider every time I twisted toward him.
Everyone talked about us while we spoke Italian to each other; within the August heat of a New York City sun, in the center of midtown Manhattan – not far from Grand Central station – underneath a cloudless sky.
We would speak to each other with our lips touching, a low song that no one else had ever sang to me before.
I only wore dresses. Not very much makeup. Only Chanel lipstick that he picked out for me, and which didn’t usually work out. I ordinarily kissed it off on the first napkin to reach me during one of our days spent walking the city together – before his tongue was in my mouth again.
We talked about family and architecture and traveling, mostly. Sometimes orchestra. Sometimes poetry… (excerpt)
ex·cerpt | noun
1. a short extract from a piece of music or writing.
per me. e noi
prima che qualcuno
avuto la possibilità
a lampeggiare. sognare …
prima non avrei mai potuto
Che si adatta un certo
forma; H e I
E i miei occhi
ha aperto. le mie labbra
it was like
he looked out
for me. and we
fell in love
had a chance
to blink. to dream…
prior to i could never
that fits one certain
shape; he and i
and my eyes
opened. my lips
Namaste blah-g tribe
Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I don’t really say that often, good days, maybe – best days? Not so much.
My best day involved a 24-hour stint with the apparent love of my life; wandering around Manhattan, feeding each other dark chocolate, watching hours pass from park benches and swapping secrets in international ways.
My favorite part of the day was in my midtown abode, roped in braids of sweat, being serenaded in Italian. That was without a doubt one of my ultimate, “Holy shit, is this actually my life?” moments. Continue reading
Namaste blah-g family
I’ve been back in the U.S.A for a hot second. Tahiti was beyond relaxing. I split my time between sun bathing, champagne sipping and speaking to the most beautiful man I have encountered – in various languages.
When I returned to my Manhattan abode, I deleted another round of social media profiles. It felt good, outside of this circle… I don’t really feel like talking to anyone.