Mr. Bill

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Every
now
and then,
we
get to walk
on
clouds,
like
wind on
top of
wind, or
like
a song does
after
everyone
learns
the words.

We get
to
dance like
a
wedding
party
just let loose,
and
I’m
the lucky groom
who
gets
to carry
your love
to
my heart.

See,
I’m a poet,
and my words
dance from
adjective
to
adverb
like loose
leaves,
but you
get
to
hang and test
this
amazing
love.

Mr. Bill,
my love
is
filled
to the rim,
so
my joy is
simply
finding
a larger
glass.

M.C. Davis

A Gathering Of Sorts

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Yesterday
we
fell asleep
in
between
each other’s
words,
and
watched
the
sun pause
between
our
stretches.

I get to
love
you,
like a
gathering
of
sorts,
that fill
to the
rim
and overflows
with
no
complaints.

I get
to
love you,
like
a gathering
of
sorts
where days
forget
about nights
until
subtle
touches gain
the
momentum
to
whisper.

I
get to
love you,
so
let’s gaze
a little
longer,
and
into
what we have
made
into
this home.

M.C. Davis

Life Granting

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As our time
forms
and bends into
a million
beautiful
pieces,
I
get to smile
like
a sun
does
after she
bathes
in
the night
air,
or like
the time
we
danced
’til
midnight
when time
fell
between
our
hands.

I’m life
granting
because
of
the
smallest
of
changes.

We’re life
changing
because
of
the greatest
of
love.

M.C. Davis

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There
you are,
letting time
slip
up and
down
your inner
thighs,
teasing your
wisdom
and
love
to
become
closer to
me
and my
close
gaze.

There
you are,
watching the sun
dance
up
and down
your
spine, while
I
get the
joy
of
riding
shotgun
with
a cool breeze
dangling
in between
my words.

Oh, there
you
are,
on
a
sunny
and wet
coast,
where we
get
to call
the
shots,
like
you did
last night
when
we forgot
that
the
world existed.

M.C. Davis

What I’m Swingin’

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I’m

coming in
last,
and smiling
across
this finish line,
like
Miles
did when
he held
that
long
B-Flat
for a
bit
longer

than
two
seconds.

I’m
coming in
last,
and waiting
for
you,
in all of
your
decadence,|
like wisdom
does
on
a second
date.

See,
let me
speak
to you in
jazz tones,
and
only then
will you

feel
what I’m
swinging.

M.C. Davis

 

Life Without You

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Yesterday,
we
would have
found
time
to
lounge
like
big cats
on
the Serengeti,
or
a
hot DC
day
not too
far
from the beach.

We
would have
found
the
time
to
count
cloud patterns,
and
watch
loose
trees lean
to
and
fro, and
without
much
caution
to
the proverbial
wind.

We would
have
stuck
out
our
feet
into
deep
sand,
and
laughed
at the
very
notion
of our life
lingering
away.

M.C. Davis

Marriage

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So, this year has been quite remarkable for me. I’ve hit several lows, but from the darkness comes a glimmer of light.

For one, I’ve found a new sense of who I will become in my later life. Yes, these types of realizations do happen when you’re close to the big 4-0. I’ve come to the final push for my epic writing adventure in finishing up The Happiness Cookbook–which will be out on Amazon within the next couple of months. Even as I type this blog entry, I look around my house and quietly remind myself that where I am in life is exactly where I need to be. I also have love that’s abundant and filling me up to the rim. There’s not one day that goes by that I don’t thank the Universe for my own Happiness Factor.

I’m also equally blessed to have a best friend as a partner in life, and I get to watch our lives intertwine between the choices, decisions, and often chaotic versions of who we’ll become over the years. I’ve learned that even in the craziest of moments, we get to do them together and without the noise of falling off a cliff alone. The sexiest part of who we are is that we get to fall close and apart together, then get up together, then fall again together. I’ve had this type of thrill before, but only in incremental moments with my past partners. Now I’ve learned the true value in never short-changing your hopes, desires, or love for someone who won’t always appreciate it. I know this now, but I didn’t always and I’m thankful for the Universe for giving me enough time, energy, and strength to understand this parable now.

I’m also blessed to be married now. Well, not in the traditional sense, but truly in the emotional sense. It’s a large step for me to admit such a dramatic approach (considering how much I love weddings), but for once in my life, I don’t just see the mirror image of who I am as a distant figure stumbling through life. I see this mirror image as a guy who deserves the quality of an amazing life, the prestige of Zeus, and the quiet still of a Dr. King speech.

So, enjoy these days we’re all given. Never take no for an answer, and let yourself fall in love with yourself over and over again.

Believe me, it’ll be the best foreplay you’ll ever have.

M.C. Davis

Last Night

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Last
night we
spoke
of

us.

We let
our
hair
down,
and
fell in between
the
layers

of
where
we
belong,
and the
process
of putting
color
to
action.

We
spoke to
the
love
that
shifts and
shimmies
to
our
beating heart,

and

we
also
spoke of
how
time would
stand
still,
and wait for
our
next
stanza
to
form.

Last
night
I heard your
voice
and
remembered
that
mountains
will
move
two degrees
south
if
they
only
knew
how lucky
I
am.

M.C. Davis

Romance

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We all love romance right?

You know, the thought of that someone spending quality time, or the rush of racing trough traffic on the way to home to find him or her already there waiting, expecting, and cashing in on all the sexiness you’re bringing to the table. We all love the romance of it all, loose and wet to the touch. The type of romance that starts anywhere but in the present tense. It’s beautiful, not because it is, but more so because we deem it so. Romance is powerful, giving, and a complete a capella experience.

Even in that moment, think how lucky you are. Think how much time has been spent all day on useless mundane taskers, or countless mind-numbing meetings that neither matter in this world nor the next. We are all loved by something and it is imperative that we show this love back.

This doesn’t always happen. I get that.

But, let’s keep racing home to see if those same amazing moments greet us at the door.

M.C. Davis