When A Black Man Loves - a romantic journey

The Lovely Bones

Zachary M.C. Harris
Monday, December 23, 2013

I mean, at the end of the day that’s what we have when a relationship ends, whether permanently or temporarily.  A writer writes, and right now that’s what I am doing.  I look back over the carcass of what was once something with so much promise and look at the lovely bones, remembering the breaks and the bruises which were just the dings of mixing two persons together. 

But these bones are lovely, or shall I say the ones that I chose to look at.

As I was going through some papers, trying to find just one list of wines from an event that I attended last year, I came across a letter written to me from someone in my past.  Upon reading it, it made me smile because I have not changed as I am a fixed sign, she pointed out that even within our differences, the now, which was then, still felt wonderful.  She made me think of some of the romantic moments that she had when we were together, whether it was out in public or in the sanctum of my bedroom while passionately embraced in a cuddle. 

And those bones made me think of bones past, just the lovely bones mind you. 

Thinking of the first time I heard her voice, and the first time I heard her laugh; the first time I saw her; the first time we hugged; the first time we kissed; the first time we made love and the first time we snuggled together.  Thinking of that first dinner out together, and the first time waking up right next to each other.  Thinking of happily drunken conversations, no matter which ones of us were toasted.  Thinking of multiple calls in a day and talking for hours on end like lovelorn teenagers.  Thinking of the smiles on her face each time I found something that was elusive for her.  Thinking of seeing the sun and moon in her smile and happy that it was beside me or sitting across from me. 

While knowing that what we let transpire was good for neither of us, there is still the heartfelt loss of the bond, regardless of whether it was rocky or smooth sailing.  She was mine and I was hers, and I was willing to move heaven and earth to make it better and to make her happy, and for her in turn to then make me happy.

And right now, while I could easily harbor on the negative, that is not the high road nor the road ever to acceptance and understanding, as well as destruction and rebirth, for anything can happen, and the dreams that was fantasized about in multiple conversations over multiple months could also come true.  Life is funny that way.

But for now, I will pick through the lovely bones.

The Hilarious Ironic Sexism of Weak-Dick Men

Hello and Never Mind

Please see the color of my light(saber)

Love 7:31

Enlightenment versus the no-win scenario

Getting the Writing Feeling

The Impossible Yin/Yang Balance of Self-Love and Self-Hate

Clair Huxtable, Just Where are the Ladies At?

Where are the Black Men At, and are Rappers to Blame?

Daffy Duck, the Trick You Can Only Do Once, and the Destruction of Trust

When a Man Speaks Up Ė a stoneís throw and cowardice

Jedi Mind Tricks and the Death of Old School Ė Iím not the droid youíre looking for

Let it Burn

If - as of 2/10/15


Never Stop - No Limits

On Bey, Jaz, the Cray-Cray and Critical Thought

Hav Plenty/Surrender/How Come I Donít Call Anymore

Why I Call Women Gorgeous

The three moods in a relationship

How Deep is Your Love, How Big is Your Pride

Are they all pretty much the same or is it that you elicit the same actions and reactions from others

Just because people give you money does not justify that youíre good, and sometimes you donít have the God-given talent that you think you do

The End of Ignorance (the point on inflection)

Time, Dick and Drama

The problem is that there are too many damned hoes

There is no value in having the same thing as everyone else, doing the same thing as everyone else or selling the same thing as everyone else

Are you oxymorons plusses or minuses?

Don't be "yesterday's ho" tomorrow

The Elusive Good Black Man: Part 2, Question 3: How Much Drama Does She Bring into Your Life

The Elusive Good Black Man: Part 2, Question 2: How Much Money Does She Cost You

The Elusive Good Black Man: Part 2, Question 1: How Happy Does She Make You

The Elusive Good Black Man: Part 1 Ė His Advantage(s)

But I Never Used a Love Potion

Look like a woman does, but expect as a man

Will JT and Jay-Z (Timberlake and Hova) Inspire Black Men to Dress Better? And will this make a change in blossoming African American Men

Fear of Losing Someone and Wanting Them Back in Your Life

Half, All, or Nothing at All

Damn you Willie Lynch!

Gonna cause some hype: In Regards to 'Her' Hair

On the concept of Man and Manhood

Emotional Honesty