you and me and rain on the roof |
it feels like a bee finding a hidden meadow of clover at the end of its long day when i rouse from a dead sleep to roll over and see him, eyes closed, chest rising, falling, maybe slightly snoring. al...
Posted by ZoAnn on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 05:55:00 PST |
why i refuse to plant forget-me-nots, petunias, impatiens, and other annuals |
surrounding our pink-and-brick apartments, from horseshoe-shaped courtyard to asbestos-flecked facade, are hundreds of tulip and iris shoots planted by some green thumb of love some years ago. since t...
Posted by ZoAnn on Thu, 18 May 2006 01:39:00 PST |
i want you in the morning; i love you |
cohabitation is like swimming the entire pacific with combination gill-lungs, discovering the varying depths of the mariana trench and finding new, extraordinary creatures along&nb...
Posted by ZoAnn on Sat, 14 Jan 2006 09:00:00 PST |
if i swallow anything evil, put your finger down my throat |
mon etoile de mer,
one month and the wait is over. finally fully-developed are my 3 years in the making aqua lungs, and soon they will take in seawater, sift double oxygen from single hydrogen, and cr...
Posted by ZoAnn on Tue, 29 Nov 2005 08:31:00 PST |
jellybean: my wave, my one, my only |
"To live through Josephine-- that is the story of my life."
-Letter from Napoleon Bonaparte to his Josephine, April 3, 1796
XLVI:
"De las estrellas que admire. mojadas
por rios y rocios diferent...
Posted by ZoAnn on Fri, 21 Oct 2005 02:12:00 PST |
comets and tidal waves |
today in french we talked about european hostels. i only want a hostel if we can share a bed, and i only want a hotel if we can share a shower. after all, we share deep fried artichoke hearts and...
Posted by ZoAnn on Thu, 29 Sep 2005 08:36:00 PST |
lover, you left one sock and a single c.d. |
twenty years old and so in love like the centaurs of "fantasia," to be wed on a rock candy seacliff, and to kiss the bride with sugary tongue. first, the fantasy of our own place, europa europa, and s...
Posted by ZoAnn on Wed, 07 Sep 2005 02:23:00 PST |
hearts and bunnies |
...and kittens and weddings, like if the chemical reaction of cool air and bubblegum could propel a basket with a peppermint-striped parachute up, up, and away. then we could step out onto the big, fl...
Posted by ZoAnn on Wed, 31 Aug 2005 05:07:00 PST |
ferris wheel: son nombre est soixante-neuf, soixante-neuf (et erotique) |
in four short moon cycles, i will be living in satisfied love avec le clyde barrow a ma bonnie parker, a french parka military man and his black forest german cape girl frolicking in meadows of snow, ...
Posted by ZoAnn on Mon, 22 Aug 2005 03:51:00 PST |
hyacinths and unpeaking mountains of love |
sad, sad, sad to wake up and look over, but glad glad glad to find sweet undies wedged between the footboard and mattress. never did another body feel so much like home, and never has my hand so mindl...
Posted by ZoAnn on Tue, 16 Aug 2005 03:59:00 PST |
