he told me i was his poetry girl<\/p>\n
caramel skinned long thick locks<\/p>\n
and he, tall thin framed-<\/p>\n
he was my extra large cinammoned cappacino-<\/p>\n
whipped cream and all;<\/p>\n
bringing song and light when he was around.<\/p>\n
his essence was like a diarrhetic<\/p>\n
and words were what spewed from my lips constantly finding vocabulary to describe him.<\/p>\n
how many ways can i say delicious?<\/p>\n
i couldn’t let that slip through my fingers so i held on tight<\/p>\n
and rode that brown horse like life depended on it.<\/p>\n
he spared nothing-<\/p>\n
touched everything-<\/p>\n
eyelids, palms, backs of knees and baby toes.<\/p>\n
he oozed exquisite juices like mango and fresh papaya<\/p>\n
sipped in front of the ocean in san juan;<\/p>\n
me, his poetry girl and him my absolute delight-<\/p>\n
making me excited to breathe in every breath-<\/p>\n
and i inhaled fully-<\/p>\n
opened up my lungs to take in life with him-<\/p>\n
next to me-<\/p>\n
exhaled sweetly-<\/p>\n
satisfied with every day he sleeps beside me-<\/p>\n
i am full<\/p>\n
i am wet<\/p>\n
i am wide open and happy.<\/p>\n
i am loved.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
he told me i was his poetry girl caramel skinned long thick locks and he, tall thin framed- he was my extra large cinammoned cappacino- whipped cream and all; bringing song and light when he was around. his essence was like a diarrhetic and words…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3970","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3970","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3970"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3970\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3989,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3970\/revisions\/3989"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}