Bubbly Wine

Speak to me softly

With the words of your hands 

Yes

Pitter patter love me 

 And know I understand 

Your hands 

The soft tones of your hands

Don't let me grow older 

Let us fall as we stand 

Whisper to me 

Your love and your brand

Detox

Last night, I cut away my hair

Beat my bones till they were bare

Saw the fact that you were scared

Saw your eyes and that they cared

Now you see my dark and true

You see the black I have for you 

But the realization of its worth

Will lead us to our second birth

A year with Jon David.

The beginnings of any romance are the easiest. It isn't hard to lust after the unknown, or to want the newest available model. Too many, I think, confuse this with the sweetest part of it all. Yeah sure, there are the prolonged glances, the smiles caught by the corner of your eye. At the beginning your heart will pound with nerves and exhilaration, you'll be nervous.  You'll be blind and happy. But, as any mother will tell you, the birth of it isn't the best part. 

I met Jon David Sanders on September the 6th, 2012. He had contacted me on Facebook to see if I would sing at the Cafe he was managing. Being out of work and in need of money, I counter offered with being a waiter and singing on request(which I never did). I got lost finding the place, 75 minutes from where I lived at the time, and was ten minutes late. I stumbled in the front door and there he was. Taller than I was, beautiful blonde hair covering his face, the biggest pearly smile, and piercingly grey-blue eyes. And I was taken. By his smile, by his delicate mannerisms, by his deep southern draw, I was taken. We met up every night after work. Then, we met every night in general. He took me to the best thrift stores, the best places to eat, taught me everything there was in my new big city. He met all of my friends, my family, smiled and spoke to anyone I said I liked. He constantly bought things he heard me talk about.

And yes, it was completely sweet. If I could describe the taste of that time it'd be nectar, but it wasn't by far the best of it all. The best I had to wait on. The best moments were when he cried, when he trusted me to be weak. The best moments were when he laughed, and I was the source. The best moments were when it wasn't sexual but it was intimate, and it was close. The best moments were when it was boring and safe. The best of it all were the expectations, the responsibility we had to this thing that was bigger than ourselves. 

This relationship is past it's dawn, but I have been enjoying the morning.

I love you, Jon David.