29~ Dear Forever…

Write a Love letter to your soul mate (whether you feel you’ve met them or not)

This challenge is coming to a close. A lot of my challengers are going to take a huge sigh of relief. I got spoken of a LOT in this challenge by my girls…my name became a cuss word! “That Kali!” or “That Kiwi!” LOL

I’m “cheating”…because I wrote this a while ago and then edited it for publishing on my Words on Wings site. I still want some of the same things…and though I’m sure there are some other things I could add…I’m going to save that for the future “him” to fill in.

sweetest love,


i think of you all the time. when i see lovers, i see us. when i see babies…i see ours. i think of the man who won’t ever need prompting to love me. the man who will never need to be reminded that i am his and he, mine. we will love, laugh, live, teach, learn, cry, sleep, dream, be…in tandem. no “mine” or “yours” just OUR…us…we…mr. and mrs. wonderful 😉


i know that you will understand my most sensitive needs…and never make me feel criminal for being so. i know you will remember all of the things i tell you…and present them to me in surprises. i know you will feel my heart beating…even when we’re in separate spaces. i know you will sense my despair…and throw on your lover’s cape, swoop in…and love me back to my glory. you’ll never see my weaknesses as weaknesses…just moments where a little more lovin’ is required. you’ll know, like i know…that there is never a moment when we no longer need to “prove” our love to each other…because the desire to show love will be a joy. you will know me…like no other.


for all that you are to me…i will be to you what shine is to sun. you will have a rib AND a spine in me. your dreams will be as important to me as they are to you…because i’ll know that when YOU’RE happy…so am i. you will know that, even though i CAN assemble a piece of furniture…i’ll let you get bragging rights *lol*. i will give you all of me…knowing that you’ll relish in the ownership. i’ll be letting all within sniffing range know…who daddy is. in turn…i will never have to be concerned about others…for my name is written in flames of love afire…right across your being. a picture of you and i will be a prized possession of yours. just as well…the love planted deeply inside of me will be as obvious as 9 months of pregnancy.


give me you and i’ll give you me…i want the good, bad, ugly, indifferent, the shit and the blossoms. i want to be your BEST friend. don’t hide from me. lay naked for me, trusting me with your vulnerability. we’ll be enough for each other…needing no one else to confide in or lean on. let’s be a force. a power of love unparalleled. let’s be…the couple lovers love and haters hate. let’s be the ones that bring love back…fuck sexy (even though we’ll make that over, too)


um, i snore…i can be a tad OCD. i like cuddling, but i need my space. i love the food network (let’s get 2 tv’s), i want a cat named Wasabi (don’t forget to bring home the allergy meds). i’m not “scared” of spiders…but they unnerve me. i AM scared of snakes (not yours, lol). i’m silly as FUCK…but, you’ll love it. i’m a word whore…so be prepared to play scrabble…and get pummeled. hehe. i need sheets over me…even in the hot ass summer…so no blanket hogging. i like to kiss your chin, so don’t deny me…i AM gonna eat your neck. i will enjoy just you sitting between my legs as i “sky write” across your back.


i want to go places, experience things, places…life…with you. show me what i’ve never seen…teach me what i didn’t know i needed to know. teach me you…let’s love, baby. always…


love, the pet name only you call me 🙂

5~ If You’re A Bird…I’m A Bird…

Favorite Romantic Movie

The Notebook…

I could’ve said, “Love Jones”…because honestly, that movie rocks and one of the key lines in that movie that speak to me is, “I love you…and that’s urgent like a mothafucka!”. I mean, in the day and age of excuses upon reasons upon alibis, upon treasons for why one cannot commit…it sounds good coming out of a man’s mouth that love is about urgency…even if it’s just a line in a movie. I loved me some Darius and Nina…because they spoke to me as a couple who were both so artistic and bonded off of those passionate stanzas and camera clicks. I could’ve chosen them…

Or “Titanic” with it’s epic romance of obligatory relationships, love-at-first-sight whims, artistic interludes and music that could pluck the heart strings of even the coldest heart. I loved Jack and Rose…and how he showed her that she could let go and be free…to answer the call of her heart without compromise. How to live for herself and not others…how to be okay with not having the world in material possessions…to have the world in her soul. Yea…I love them, too.

I could’ve picked, “Love and Basketball”. Love one on one. “I’ll play you for your heart…” MAN…I love that movie. Quincy and Monica…balling it out…and sometimes bawling it out in the name of love…oh, and basketball. lol. Yet another story that spoke to my love of love spanning from era to era. Young puppy love, high school love (at first unrequited), college sweethearts…and then going their separate ways. That moment, when you’re in the middle of doing that thing that the two of you did together and wondering why you’re doing it, now that you’re apart. Could’ve picked them easily…

I could’ve chosen those (amongst countless others that have had me snotting as I lived vicariously through the lead couple’s ups and downs, realizations and sometimes not-so-fairytale endings) but, the one that had the most range of love and emotions was, “The Notebook”.

God, I could’ve been Allie. At one point in the movie…she’s being asked what SHE wants and all she can think about is who she’ll hurt. I could’ve been NOAH for goodness sakes…pining away for a lost love. Having that gaping void that no one could occupy but the one who made you freer than you ever thought you could be.

I loved how he courted her…persistent, with all he had, big sweeping gestures…but then reinforcing them with the most tender moments. (I smile as I write) I loved how he wrote her a letter everyday for a year…that is fucking DEDICATION! Here he is, this young dude…could have any local chick and he’s penning love notes for his lady…EVERYDAY for a YEAR! Man, folks can’t even be consistent and CALL a bish everyday for a MONTH…and you have this cat using up the ink in his inkwell…messing up good paper (expensive as hell back then) to write someone who may never (and almost didn’t ever) see them. Noah even renovated the house that they both dreamed would be their home. He did this even though he hadn’t laid eyes on her in several years since their tragic break up. Even when they weren’t together…he was living for her love. ~sigh~

Yet, the love that rounds it out the most…is the spin on the story that begins the whole movie. Noah as an old man…living in a nursing facility (though he doesn’t have to) to tend to an ailing older Allie who is now suffering from dementia.

This dude is sitting there…DAILY, re-reading a book of their love story…JUST so he can capture a glimpse of the woman he remembers. The woman who remembers HIM. Imagine…loving someone SO much, that you cant and won’t let go in your heart. You pursued them until you couldn’t anymore…and then when given an opportunity, you seized it and was always willing to let them go if it was what THEY needed to do…loving someone enough to let them go. That hurts more than being let go or letting go because you felt they weren’t the one. To have a chance to get right what went wrong is beautiful…it ain’t everyone’s story…but, it’s a hell of a love story nonetheless.

Yea…The Notebook was and is a classic romantic movie for me. If it came on now (no commercial interruptions) I’d watch. I cannot watch that movie on network TV. It kills the flow. I must watch without any scenes being edited for a 2hr time slot. A story of epic proportions…spanning from sweetheart love to “the end of time” love. Everything I’ve ever thought love could be.

“Say, I’m a bird…”
“You’re a bird! …”
“Now say you’re a bird…”
“If you’re a bird…I’m a bird”

~tears~

Chrisette Michelle’s “Notebook”…not from the soundtrack of course…but apropos nonetheless 😉

Dearest Love…






Dear Love,

Thank you…

Thank you for loving me. I remember when we first met. When we fell for one another. I was a tender 4yr old and my first love was 7. He swept me off my feet in the middle of a Spiderman cartoon on a Saturday morning…I was smitten for years. Young love…literally.

What I love about you Love…is that even when others have tried to use what they think they know of you against me… (because they didn’t REALLY know you) …you never left me. You never let anyone make me feel like you’d abandoned me. With your strong embrace and tender whispers…I held fast for you…as I always will.

I realize now…that I saw you in every lover…because you were my own reflection. Every ounce of faith, hope, trust, patience, desire…that I felt for them…was my own self. You came into me from my conception and swirled up from the depths of me to become the smile I’m wearing right now. Free from the manacles of illusionary love, cloaked in lust, lies and fairy tales…I see so clearly how it was always you there for me when all else failed.

Love, my love…I am so utterly over the moon happy with what you’ve placed inside of me. It is something that no man, woman or even ME can take away. You are more than romance and courtship. More than first kisses and butterflies. More than weddings and honeymoons. You are the forgiveness for failed relationships. You are the gentle remnants of affection for “love lost”. You are the spark of light threatening to be a supernova deep within those who love themselves and I…love me some me.

I also know…that one day, you’ll place someone in front of me who reflects what I embody. You’ll bring about a crashing wave of all that I imagined and more. Not in the fairy tale sense…but in the “oh snap this is REAL” sense. So, thank you, Love.

I love you.

~Da Kween~

never been written…

what is it about a love letter?
i think of a love letter
and i get warped back
to the basics of elementary
valentine’s notes
for everyone
but that one especially big
heart-shaped
candy-scented valentine
the one you gave out amongst the rest
so no one would see
the deep shade of burgundy
i get taken back to the high days
in school
notes folded
in triangles
~sounds of bangles~
while hurriedly writing…
4 your eyes only!
and yet…
i’ve never been written
not promises
or intentions
but notes of admiration
excitement
captured on lines
by someone
who took the time
to note me worthy
of a little leaf
an old-fashioned
romantic initiation of proclamation
him on ball point
pointing out the good in me
that brings the best out in him
makes me wonder…
with all the
i
love
yous
where in the hell
are the sweeping gestures
displays of affection?
to be thought of
in tandem with
warm haze
setting off
record plays
kool-aid days
(the red flave)
sitting under shade
with me laid
between his legs
i mean,
is it that chivalry
really IS dead?
hell…
i’ve written a few…
ran through pens
like after school discipline
writing “hims”
on lovely whims
but where’s MY
special delivery?
i don’t know…
i guess
somewhere out there
lost in the sorts
on a slow postal day
perhaps my personal
handwritten display
ended up at the wrong address
~sigh~
to KNOW without guessing
that it is written
dearly to me
would be sweet
sincerely,
me