In The Land of Oz

Darling wrote this reminiscing poem a few months before finding and making contact with Sir again. Writing is her way of healing and expressing her innermost feelings. Darling had forgotten, blocked, and disassociated many of her memories and emotions concerning Sir and their time together. With Sir’s help, many have returned.

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We met in beautiful Sydney
And you showed me around
We rented a car and drove for miles
Through villages and towns

We hiked and stayed in Jenolan
Strolled through Taronga Zoo
Held hands around the Opera House
Ate at Sydney Tower for the view

We met the Major of Cessnock
Tasted the Hunter Valley wines
Visited your parents in Newcastle
Stopped in Blackheath and dined

We bought trinkets at The Rocks
Ordered oysters at Watson’s Bay
Had drinks at the Marble Bar
Then danced the night away

Saw Barry Humphries at the theatre
Went to The Bourbon and Beefsteak too
Laughed and cried in Darling Harbour
Where I fell harder for you

You tried to teach me Snooker
Played the piano and sang for me
I had a go at rhyming slang
And fed a Koala bear eucalyptus leaves

Snapped my picture with The Three Sisters
Enjoyed the Blue Mountains air
Was startled by a Kookaburra
We shared a love that was quite rare

The memories are many
Branded in my heart
This was a new beginning
A new life – a fresh start

I was your first proposal
But life has no guarantees
Sadly the goodbye was final
And we were never meant to be

By Darling ©2014 TSL

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Smizing Eyes

My Dear Darling Sir, (How’s that for a clever greeting?)

I mentioned your eyes in the letter Touchdown.  I can still see them staring at me, piercing me, and smiling at me. You smile with your eyes. They even have a name for that – smizing. You’re a smizer.

After we arrived at your home that first night, we entered through the front door. You commandeered all my luggage into the spare room you had prepared for me. You recognized how wired I was, and you were so patient. You just stood back while I paced the floors to burn off  nervous energy. While I can’t recall, I wouldn’t be surprised if I were chatting a hundred miles an hour too.

I can remember you were standing at the entrance to your living room, when I walked over and stood in front of you. I looked up into your face, and this next part makes me cringe even though it is crystallized in my mind. I blurted out, “Your eyes glow.” I was mesmerized by your eyes. You smiled at me so sweetly, while I just stared into your eyes. You gazed back. The air sizzled between us. It was an intense moment.  Quite frankly, I’m surprised my knees didn’t buckle right then and there.

It was during this powerful moment when you asked if you could kiss me. I didn’t even answer verbally; I didn’t need to. I reached up with my face and our lips touched and pressed – my hands on your shoulders. The beautiful language of love was silently spoken in such a simple, singular moment. That undemanding kiss was full of promise and passion. We kissed, and time stood still. Your glowing eyes burned into my soul.

Acutely yours,

Darling

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My Darling Darling (So good they named you twice)

Well again you have me reaching for the dictionary. Not surprisingly it isn’t covered in the Oxford English lexicon but the far more grungy Urban variety. You are so down with the kids. I think I will have to check your closets for skinny jeans and your iPod for indie rock.

So I smize do I? Now that I understand what it means you have paid me quite the compliment. As is often the case I am both humbled and flattered.

Yes its hard to believe I had the spare bedroom ready for your imminent arrival. I was worried that the whole meeting me and being a stranger in a strange land would be a little too much for you, and I wanted you to have your own space to retreat to. I know you didn’t last even the first night, but I always intended to be a gentleman. If you were to visit me tomorrow I would do the same thing yet again.

As for if you babbled, I just don’t remember. What I remember was you being there. Here was this vision, this beautiful creature, my Darling, you. This radiant woman that I loved to the very core of my being. This kindred spirit, who knew me almost as well as I knew myself, was standing in my house amongst my things. The wit, the wisdom, the banter, the belligerence, the mocking, the confidence, the strength, the self assuredness, the indomitable personality. She was here, of her own volition. She was here and she wanted me. Damn right I was smizing, I had much to smize about.

What saddens me is that I cannot remember that first kiss. I remember asking you but for the life of me I don’t recall that most tender of our moments. After all the memories that you have lost, and the many I have helped restore, it is a little galling to not have this one in my data banks. I remember kissing you on many other occasions. We were damn fine kissers, even if I do say so myself. I thoroughly enjoyed kissing you. I long to do it again, repeatedly.

Thank you yet again my darling.

Smizingly Yours

From Sir With Love

©2013 Darling and Sir