Love's New Dawn

I've been working on a short story about real true love and how it can make one feel. I have to admit that the more I intensely and regimentally exercise and diet, my thought process is opening up like never before. Reaching dormant depths of my mind as in the movie, Lucy. It has me excited, thrilled, giddy, and geeked, yet I remain humble and patient.

I've learned that someone invented a play thing for families with stairwells or staircases in their home with kids; a safe, durable, quality material, and fun-provoking slide for the stairs. Now that's creativity and imagination.

Thomas Edison's quote has inspired me too. "If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves."

I was like, OK. OK. Hhmm. I may run with that one. Giggles. In the meantime, live your life to its fullest. With God by my side and my support system, I'm about to kick it, whatever it is, into another gear.

Here's that short story I spoke of. Tell me what you think, and if you have a piece of writing that needs touching up, tightening up, or looked at, connect with me at theintlartcollection@gmail.com 

It won't co$t you a thing as I'm in the phase of self-marketing me; this positively mysterious and mystical element. Despite me following those on Instagram and Twitter, I consider myself more of a uniquely qualified, multi-dimensional, multi-talented leader who will be ready for the opportunity to shine when those moment comes. 

I am iA. I am No Ordinary Art.

In advance, know that you are appreciated! 

Love’s New Dawn

Day breaks.

I can hear the birds singing. There’s a just right breeze coming through the window we left open after lying lifeless, smiling, glowing, falling asleep locked up in each other’s arm from making good love through the night. Nakhai and Westbrook, our pure black and white German Shepards are always on the job pulling security on our beachfront home. 

She’s still asleep. I won’t awake her. She’s such a naturally beautiful woman. Accomplished, successful, laid back, funny, playful, and independent with an elegant personality. She takes good care of herself inside and out and it shows--from the nicely polished pedicure to a very healthy diet. She’s nicely proportioned, streamlined, tight, with nice curves and legs--especially those calves. Gotta be those cucumbers that keeps her connective tissue connected. I sometimes find myself watching as she puts her heels on. She is smart, sexy, and wonderful with an intelligence and intellect like mine.

A highly nutritional breakfast to be served momentarily. She loves my cooking and admires my regimental diet and exercise program. Just when I thought I had it down to a science in the aspect of maintaining a youthful look and energetic spirit, I learned a thing or 3 from her. Her favorite beverage is water. She sometimes compliments me on how well I maintain my disciplined and well-balanced self.

We don’t have an agenda for the day. Maybe we’ll take a walk along the beach, fly a kite, take a spur of the moment excursion to another far away tranquil seemingly uninhabited paradise for the weekend, or go hang out at one of our other two owned getaways—one being near a downtown area where we like being perched and watching the night life as we sometimes just chill in the genre music of Kim Waters’, Nightfall.

The other one, a nicely laid out suburban home in an upscale high-end community, or maybe we’ll visit a place where others who are not as fortunate as we are could use a helping hand. We have occasional social gatherings for our true and close friends. Pro football, basketball, jazz concerts, r & b, and comedy shows we do attend. 

Our friends say we look good together as we complement each other’s appearance. She isn’t selfie crazy, prissy, or sadity. She doesn’t take her having a bad day out on me, the bank teller, or the server. Our money, her money, my money. We’ve reached the point in our lives where there’ll always be more than enough. No hidden agendas. Trust and honesty is the cornerstone of our relationship. We communicate very well.

Before we met, life’s trials and tribulations didn’t perfectly mold us as individuals, yet we’re just right for each other. As in the words of LTD’s Love Ballad, I have never been so much in love.

She’s the girl that often comes to me in dreams and visions. Always smiling and happy. I could never exactly see her face, but the bit of make-up she wears in good taste has me geeked. Maybe not the winner of the beauty contest, but she’s a runner up. She has soft supple skin and  smells like baby’s breath and carnation milk. And that fragrance she sometimes wear--it drives me crazy and she knows it! I can’t tell if she’s highly  educated, but I’ve given her the impression that I am. 

I’ve dated a few women without going to that sacred place with them. She impresses me as the one. Chemistry. Tranquility. Harmony. Passion. All ever present. Potential? No. Because I’m not her potential. She’s a lot like me in a woman; one who  laughs often, has it together, not too talkative, but can hold a good conversation, is structured, determined, organized, kind-natured, focused, has class, style, morals, values, is a bit old-fashioned, and loves kids. I’ve NEVER heard her say she’s tired. 

She’s a bit submissive, treats me just as good as I treat her, a good girl who knows the Bible very well, comes from a close-knit family and agrees that the signs of the times the Bible speaks of are here. 

She moves my Earth. She says I’ve changed her weather. Our favorite things and places are being with each other. I love coming home because she is there.

Lakeside’s Real Love starts to play. She’s a few feet from me. Our eyes meet. She closes in for an embrace as if she knew that’s exactly what I wanted her to do. She smiles. Asks me did I play that for her. I did, I say. 

Will you marry me, I ask. She gasps for air and smiles brighter. Her eyes get watery. I pull her closer. She says YES 3 times. I wouldn’t dare wipe that forever tear of joy away. I tell her I don’t have the ring yet. She says, Oh, OK. I giggle. Said I was just playing. It’s the one she pointed out some time ago. Upgraded. Stunning. Seeing that she was about to faint, I prop her up holding her even closer. 

I haven’t seen or been to heaven, but I don’t think it’ll look and feel this damn good. As in the lyrics of Marques Houston’s  Everything, …I can tell when we kiss, when we touch, when we’re making sweet love… we know this thing is forever.

The sun is about to set over the horizon. On this perfect moonlit starry night we set sail for an epic, timeless love untold.