-I-
You were basking
in what seems a great spot.
I am most jealous
of your salad
under the palm trees.
I do not want to raise expectations
about feelings
and things.
You are special
and unique
and fabulous
in a whole host of ways.
I will write you a longer note
with a few more profound thoughts
tomorrow
or
Wednesday.
It won't be worthy of bedside placement.
-II-
I went out and ran the excavator with lights until the sun came up.
There is something wonderful
about listening to country music playing in the cab,
the air conditioner running,
the hum of a huge diesel engine in the background
the tranquility that comes with being in a virtual wilderness
of trees and marsh,
the day breaking
and vibrant pink becoming alive in the morning clouds.
And getting to build something with each scoop
of dirt.
It is admittedly weird.
-III-
Do you really comprehend
how beautiful your smile is?
Have you been told lately
how warm your eyes, and how they softly glow
with the special nature of your soul?
The rarest of all commodities in this world is love.
You already had
a full tank of love
in the emotional bank account.
Since our first meeting there in the wind-swept
somewhat open air
dance spot in Punta del Este,
I felt that you had that same rare attribute.
You have a level of sophistication that is so
fitting
with your beauty.
You have the ability to give magnificently gentle kisses.
I love the curves of your hips.
I love your tan lines.
You have a particular grace and calm that I adore.
In the faded glow of night's light
that we spoke of
at the steakhouse.
-IV-
This soul-mate feel
I alluded to
is real.
How this lightning strike snuck up on us
I am still not sure.
My heart wants to get on a plane tonight to be in your loving arms.
My head says how do we put the genius back in the bottle
The bottom line is two fold.
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(Words by South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford with the assistance of Maria Belen Chapur; poetastical typography by Vivian de St. Vrain.)
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