A Morning Chat on Badoo

Love - is not an action.
Love is a way of Life.

 -- many have been, are, will be
husbands,
boyfriends,
lovers,
boy toys,
etc...

 just acting out a stupid role -

but they never achieve being
confidents or best friends.

because they never truly love --
they hate people
for simply understanding
for showing unconditional love.

they have tried everything
to manifest their hatred.

 Love - is not an action.
Love is a way of Life.
The Gurl — 10:52

so what are you looking for here?

The Fella — 10:53

 I am looking for a woman to love, you?

The Gurl  — 10:53

what is love to you?

The Fella— 11:00

caring, honesty, faithful, understanding
     

- what's love to you?

The Gurl — 11:02

love is a way of life.

The Gurl  — 11:08

;) (she winks)

The Fella — 11:25

hmmmmmnnn

The Fella — 11:26

and what do you want on here?

The Gurl  — 12:07

my best friend

The Fella — 12:12

you dont want anything more?

- why?

The Gurl  — 12:13

don't limit your way of thinking

The Fella — 12:14

how?

The Gurl  — 12:15

  -- many have been, are, will be
husbands,
boyfriends,
lovers,
boy toys,
etc...

 just acting out a stupid role -

but they never achieve being
confidents or best friends.

because they never truly love --
they hate people
for simply understanding
for showing unconditional love.

they have tried everything
to manifest their hatred.
 Love - is not an action.
Love is a way of Life.

The Fella — 12:18

hmmmnn...
 - those words are wise

The Gurl  — 12:21

after many things I've been through.
I didn't "let myself" be had,
I didn't act out on my suicidal thoughts,
I never sought out revenge,
I rescued myself,
I've gained and regained focus
- processed the metanoia
-- I'm still standing.

so when an individual
just won't be a friend to begin with,

I'm out!

The Fella — 12:33

ok, I got you

 

- you are pretty wise honest woman

 

 - I like that

The Gurl  — 12:35

:''> (she blushes)

The Fella — 12:47

really?

The Gurl  — 12:47

lol

   

well yes really you made me blush!

15 Aug. 2013 by Chevalterre Nabil, The Gurl age 35, and The Fella at age 45.

Pear Coccoon

Pretty

Pretty

Pretty Pear

your body so lovely
your shape is rare

a shade of green
brown speckles and stem

how was one to know
within you was a gem?

Pretty

Pretty

Pretty Pear

sweet are your juices
splashing onto my hair

the deeper I bight
more of the earth I taste

gushing delight
but what is this earthy aftertaste?

within you a chrysalis
within you a cocoon
within you had been a caterpillar
within you a mother's womb

I lament to have eaten you
I lament to have tasted you
I lament to have mistaken you
for a deform-ed seed...

You would have become
Gaia's interweaving
Gaia's macramé ...

with pairs of wings
to fly and flutter

a sight on my eyes
to caress
like bread under butter

you did not say a word
you were so still

you would have been a silky bird
the taste on my teeth is shrill

forgive me would be butterfly
forgive me would be moth

I shall dream of you in flight
I shall dream of your host's delight

My Pear Coccoon,
rest in peace
good night.

Chevalterre Nabil
15 Aug 2013, 2a.m.

Black August

Black is Beauty

Black as rain

Black is Solitude

Black is the solemn pain

gradually seeping

through my being

unallowed to enter my crimson core

allowed to dispurse out to nowhere

never...

let it absorb all the colors...

they each

Vermillion



Gold

Emerald

Indigo

Haze grey

... they each

 out - stretched

as I stretch this morning.

with my arms up high

towards the sun.

The ever-loving sun.

Holy Trinity.

Core of the Milky Way.

All these colors

dispursed...

speckled...

speckled sun kisses...

zesty ginger on my sushi.
speckled sesame seeds on top
tickling taste buds.
Black sesame seeds

colors amidst the Black.

Black Turkish Rose
little black rose buds.

Black caresses my heart.

It does not enter.

-- Chevalterre Nabil
1AUG2013
11a.m.