They fallin' like flies...

Weddings.

Three cousins have gotten married in two years. Suddenly...all eyes on me. Can I have a girlfriend first? Can I turn 31 years old first? Thanks. 31 years of age because if you do the backwards math (dating for 3 years, living together for 2, 2 year engagement in which the family will no doubt leave no stone unturned in planning the wedding; meaning a total of 7 years, thus 31 - 7 = 24, which is the age I'm turning this year....meaning the girl I'm going to marry is currently in the circle of trust....Bev, girl, whatchu doin' Friday night? HA!).

I'm going to need major help at the fam jams once the babies start poppin' out....

But I'm not that much of a cynic...Nancy's offered to come with me to speed dating...just for a laugh, honest. And if one of my favorite spoken word jams offers any insight...I guess I'm still a big softee.

Love by Alan Maramag

baby, there is something so spiritual in your presence
that leads me to believe your beauty is a religious experiment
because a single glance is all it takes to resurrect my faith
and because it’s so easy to believe that heaven exists
when the evidence lies on the surface of your face

see, it’s no wonder why your smile seems like a
welcoming invitation for me to enter heaven’s gates or why i can
shut my eyes and allow the delicious taste of your kiss
to momentarily lift my spirit off to heaven’s gates
whenever life itself begins to feel like a living hell

because your embrace is my secret hiding place
so, baby, just hold me and i promise to touch you ever so gently
that you’ll mistake my caress for a swift breeze
born with the simple sake of blowing your troubles away

you are safe, child, but if pain ever dare threaten the safety of our love
then i will grant you wings to lift your spirit above the sky
and allow your tears to freefall onto the face of the earth
so that its children begin to believe that the rain comes from an angel crying

so let it rain. let it rain. let it rain and i will stand a hundred miles underneath you
with my hands lifted towards the heavens collecting your tear drops
in crystal glasses of wine because i believe that this love potion number 9
holds the remedy for time and just one taste would allow me to love you forever
damn, you taste just like my future

see, the mere thought of it alone makes me want to clone the stars in your eyes,
multiplying it by a thousand times and project them across the night sky
to write you pages of love poetry in constellations

see, for you, i demonstrate my celestial magic just to
reflect the beauty of your internal universe because
your soul’s a ray of light, your mind’s an endless ocean
and your body was constructed from the particles of a star
that past generations of children used to wish upon

we connect like sunsets and the skylines they rest on, not even space can divide our bond
cause you can separate us from a light year’s distance and i will still
blow you kisses that will shapeshift into a thousand golden halos
and ring around your heart like saturn

after which i will travel across cross time and space just make love to you so intensely
that we can warm the climate of the entire earth within the heat of our passion
because the sensual caress against you in flesh is our best impersonation of the sun
and i will use these same solar flames to burn your name across the sky
leaving behind emergency smoke signals that will remind every
broken spirit how to fall back in love again

baby, i want to love you to inspire nations
i want to love you to engage in the holy practice of creation
and i’ll promise to love you for consecutive generations while still
holding enough patience to sit back and count how many
pendulum swings it takes before you turn into an angel
and until then, i’ll enjoy this beautiful process of you and i growing into perfection