Monthly Archives: November 2012

Fall in Rouge, Calif.–Nightfall, Pamper-Her-Friday:

“The New, Romantic Holiday”

The holiday pampering has begun. -Rg2

“. . . by Autumn Railway, Love”
-by Rg2

I boarded at 11:03 PST, Love, in midtown Santa Barbara
The third car of Amtrak’s Coast Starlight,
A window seat to view autumn’s splendor in motion
Inspiring a love letter I’ve begun to write,

I have this visual that when I disembark
People of all stripes will be station-waiting,
Yet our eyes will be hungrily drawn at first sight
God, woman, I’ve been anticipating,

To unfurl your scarf just loose enough
to place my hands astride your sweet neck,
As my palms stroke your lower facial skin
An intimate lip-greeting beyond mere peck,

We’ll stand there awhile, lost in one another
while envious eyes train upon our embrace,
Your squeeze goes from tender to unbridled wanting
My autumn romance is written on your face,

How, oh how, have I missed thee, woman?
I can only attempt to count the ways,
A man shouldn’t show his emotional hand, I’m advised
But these are unpromised days,

People want to be loved in this thing called life
Some just may not know how to ask,
I’ve held my silence quite long enough
Here, I want you to take my flask,

You laugh, don’t laugh–at least not yet
For it may not be what you think,
A tight-lid container could hold a secret untold
Much more than the spirit of a drink,

Go ahead, unspiral the ridged top opening
but gently begin your curious pour,
Cup your other hand so that nothing escapes
Consider this a special metaphor,

As the diamond necklace slithers from its hideaway
Vicariously my heart’s truth is unleashed,
Your oval eyes enlarged by the specter of gem-art
Then on me they tearingly feast,

Why? You ask–there is no why, my Love,
How about a sacred “just because,”
Sometimes a gift can say what words may fail
I want to honor the tandem romance laws:

Do you no harm and remember that charm
should never become a bygone endeavor,
Autumn will come and, sadly, it will go
But my romance has plans for the ‘forever’

And a day . . . and nights . . . and countless tomorrows
That privilege me with you by my side,
As the train pulls away, in your eyes I need to say:
I love you, and we won’t be denied,

This autumn romance.

Happy Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.

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Whether by railway or trailway, I’m there. Romance. -Rg2

Autumn Rain, Calif.–6:56 a.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:

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Rain, rain . . . ‘don’t’ go away. -Rg2

 
© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Image: C’est la vie, ce n’est pas l’enfer

Tinseltown in Autumn, Calif.–6:59 p.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:

“Be Ready by Seven, Love”

When’s the last time you were pampered, woman?
You had to pay for it? Oh no, how sad,
Well, let’s put an end to that futility: I’m there by seven, in black I’ll be clad

We’re going to see Denzel’s latest cinematic:
The box-office debut of “Flight,”
Then soul-fusion dinner at midtown’s WarmDaddy’s
and live neo-romance poetry to fulfill our night

The buzz is: Denzel’s performance is Oscar-worthy
I forgive him saying Clint Eastwood is still his hero,
I imagine Morgan Freeman begs to differ
For he’s voiced the rhythm of Obama’s flow

Did you early vote, babygirl?
I’ve already mailed in my ballot,
So we share a for-the-people political persuasion?
And you like cranberries in your salad?

Yes, I knew there was something cerebral about you
A woman with a conscious composition,
Tell me a little more about the values you live by
Wow, they resemble my phrase prepositions:

With her man; By her man; For her man
without sacrificing your mind-independence,
You simply want to be treated right
My father pampered my mother, I’ve no resistance

That humanity lives in me, Love
I’m just so selective to whom it’s given,
Hurt has made a few appearances in my life
But I don’t want to stop livin’

And lovin’ with the ease of an autumn breeze
For Christ’s sake, I wanna hold your hand
And when clouds form on the horizon grey
The heavy rains can you stand?

Hold me just a little tighter and remind me
you’ll always believe in me,
I’m a big boy–no need to pacify
But a woman’s tenderness holds the key

You see, life can be so turbulent, you know?
From Hurricane Sandy to the Great Recession,
The earth is rebelling and God is telling
And I’m harboring a closely held confession:

I’m willing to give my woman all she wants–
as this life allows me capable,
But should climate change wipe the material away
Will love-wealth remain on the table?

From whence we come, there shall we remain
in heart, soul, and mind,
Faces you see going up, the same you see coming down
But I’m truly the compassionate kind

Simple pleasures and minor importances
I just wanna create art and romance you,
If you’ll blow an autumn kiss its intent for me
I swear, woman, I’ll give back two

But don’t tell anyone, alright?
That secret’s solely between the two of us,
I’ve noticed this quiet power residing in you
And no inclination for drama or fuss

Yeah, you just want a little pampering, don’t you?
A recognition and appreciation of your treasure,
Well, it takes bounty to know true bounty
Trust me, I’ve taken the fullest measure

Of the preciousness of your autumn romance
I so look forward to your company tonight,
Not a minute will pass my stated arrival
We won’t be late for Denzel’s “Flight.”

Be ready, Love . . . .

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Autumn pampering for that special woman. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®