He was due to arrive at the airport by 9:12 PM Wednesday. I had just arrived myself, and was happy to see that he had texted me letting me know his plane had landed. A close girlfriend of mine called while I sat close at the elevator that my Soul Star (my nickname for him) would be coming down. She and I chatted for a bit, while I kept glancing upward to make sure he had not arrived unnoticed. I got off of the phone, stood up, played in my locs which I had tied up to the left side of my face, as I looked up again, his sweet face met mine. Time seemed to stand still for just a minute as our energies met each other before our bodies did. When he stepped off of the elevator, we walked over to each other and embraced, and kissed each others lips. Warmth filled my body and soul as I drunk him in like sweet wine. He commented on how long my hair was getting and I smiled. He was dressed just right for the cool temperatures Florida had been experiencing the past few days, in jeans, a black jacket and comfortable shoes. His locks were up in a light brown knit cap, the few locs that escaped hung over his shoulders. He watched me watching him, my brown eyes meeting his brown eyes. When we reached my car, I informed him that I had prepared some food before I left because I knew he would be hungry and I was starving (for him, that is) so we wouldn't have to make any extra stops. Although I'd made plans for us to possibly attend a poetry event, I secretly hoped he'd just want to unwind after his plane ride. We would be together only until Friday morning and I wanted to just lock him up and love him for days!
After signing in at the hotel we went to our room and I just reveled at the fact that we were finally together again. It had been since October since I'd last seen him, which felt like an eternity. Before he had come, he'd asked me a series of questions over the phone pertaining to chakras, he said he'd compiled some extra questions on the plane he'd like to ask. I was all EARS! :-)
Some of the questions took a while to answer, like would I prefer to live in Trinidad or Jamaica? What is the first thing I'd do with a million dollars? Some were deep like. What is the most ugliest thing I've ever witnessed? What is the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed? To that I answered "me giving birth." He answered that question with “Witnessing his daughter being born”. I enjoyed this time with him, doing something so simple, but so fulfilling to me. He was making sweet love to my mind, opening it, poking it, massaging it and respecting it. Later we would make love to each other, after a shea butter foot rub, longing glances, and brain entrancements.
During our time together I showed him photos of my family, of when I was sixteen with permed hair and a Blossom hat (remember her?!) Pictures of me as a baby in my mothers arms, photos of me in DC at age 20 in a sundress with my hand in the air. He thought that one was quite humorous and cracked jokes of me saying, "Whatever" I’m not hearing you! (I'm smiling now just remembering it.) ☺ He showed me pictures of him when he was younger, with a curly fade sitting in a park wearing a turtleneck looking like Al B Sure...really, no kidding!
We fell asleep intertwined to the point that we were sharing a heart beat. Oneness.
During his visit we exchanged gifts we had purchased for each other. From him to me: a tiny pair of gold Ankh earrings and a shirt that read "Queen of Glory." From me to him: an Amber crystal, Indian temple Incense, and a card that described the gift of his loving energy to this world.
Our time Thursday was spent visiting a Caribbean inspired vegan restaurant, talking about everything, world events, our families, our dreams, and later walking along the beach at night listening to the waves crashing, peering out into the sea seeing lights from ships, kissing each others lips, digging our feet into the cold wet sand with each step. This was bliss! We held each other tightly because there was a cool breeze. I could see the palms swaying and the white foamy water silhouetted against the dark blue sky. Even though it was dark we could still see how clear the water was. We were the only people there and it was so beautiful. I prayed for a thousand nights like that night, and hoped that the Universe heard me.
