Tuesday, December 29, 2009

foux da fa fa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5hrUGFhsXo&feature=related

practicing french
thanks flightoftheconchords

sensual cool breeze


with ease the rolling wind soft touched the cheek of memory
and left a kiss to linger for a longer taste of time
found essences and scents on loving lips to savour

ten senses woven in the fabric of the vine

so now the winds of sunshine’s warmth cross o’er the path of day

on skin alive and touched by eros dream

new tantalising visions billow gentle zephyr

through eyes longfingertips and spine

have you held a moment cupped in silence

each crafted note of flute and string to hear

brings conscience upward to the present

reach deep rich memories to bear

eros stand beside love’s subtle music

encircle spirit lust and lover’s airs

zeal to reach and touch the phantom other

express my hope that love is in the air


Monday, December 28, 2009

christmastime and hightide


reading about convergences. reading about the real american man. time to read. time to think. the routine me slips into creative and free me. free to be me me. ride my bike slowly. nobody. notime. scheduleless. time to cook. time to eat. and drink. call a friend time. catch a bus. smell the roses. think about the book and the real man. want to be the real man. i mean woman. when monkey and i travel to europe by bicycle, i want to be the real woman. i shall start to practice.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

sunday hot sunday



today's prose:
Lots of guitar practice and water drinking, walking river dog, and gardening ... leads me to daydream along the paths of home. Soon I'll be riding alongside monkey in France and Italy, Spain, Morocco, Senegal and Mali. Can I smell the spice route? Oh yes, and I can remember waking this morning next to monkey and thinking about the time soon when we'll share a tent. I imagine orange flags in the breezes of the lakes of northern italy, bikes leaned up against an olive tree, a plunge in fresh waters, bread and cheese for lunch. The language of Italy around, people laughing, languid feelings, holidays to share.
Monkey sexy monkey we are going to enjoy our routes! The tickets have been bought, the hotel's booked. This is our first dreaming.