Beltaine musings |
There is this house. If you close your eyes you will see it . . .
Quaint and inviting, with white flowered ivy wandering up it's body of stone. The smell of damp earth fills your nos...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 14:25:00 GMT |
a rose by any other name is certainly not a cactus! |
The wind is soft on my cheeks and I feel like falling. Did you ever read, yes you must have . . .that if you do not whisper sweet nothings to your roses they will surely fade away. If one ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 05:19:00 GMT |
softly, no gently . . .yes please |
Whisper softly so that I feel the wet warm words falling against me ear. Let me smile through a blurry hazel madness and I will . . .fix you.
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 04:26:00 GMT |
I would smile for days if you would but . . . |
The sun rises around me like an aloof lover. Brilliantly adorning itself with a perfect mess of clouds in a display that momentarily disorientates me. Shaking my head I return my atte...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 04:15:00 GMT |
No ruby red slippers to take me home |
I felt my stomach collapse when I thought for a brief moment that you were gone. That you Disappeared into some separate dimension that I could not reach. Not from there. My pet...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 22:57:00 GMT |
Warning: Nearly Feminist Rant . . . |
Not that I have anything against women cooking/cleaning/etc, goddess knows I have done enough of it in my lifetime. HOWEVER, cooking to prove you are "domesticated enough"?!?!?!? What kind of 17th cen...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 16:45:00 GMT |
meditate on mount mundania |
The clock behind your eyes knows the time of our love. Though it would seem my tock is off a few ticks. . .
Posted by on Mon, 17 Oct 2005 14:52:00 GMT |
the kittens and their mittens |
First things first, I'm cold, my fingers . . . I believe are nearly numb . . . the air is not even ON??? And mind you, I love being cold, but JESUS.
Moving on: I want to take a shower, but the b...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Sep 2005 15:02:00 GMT |
my fingers are cold |
I would bathe in you like water steeped in bergamont and breathe you in more deeply then the spring. If I could find you by moonlight . . . I would know peace.
Why do we sweep the leaves.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Wanna see my gold tooth? |
I am in an unusually chipper mood, despite my water retention, sore tootsies *makes that ssssssssss sucking air through the teeth noise that one does*, and lack of a good book movie and or gener...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
