@ 2007-01-31 – 07:53:54 pm
Mango kisses
in a big red chair
as you nuzzle my neck...
catch the scent of your hair.
Fingers trace faces
and underneath shirts.
Skin hunger's abated
but now there's a thirst.
Lips over my ear
and the sound of your sighs
sends a thrill through me...
we walk the night skies.
Warmth beckons, "I love you".
Blue eyes look at brown.
Then with smiles and laughter
we return to the ground
(That's a picture of one of Rogers' beautiful paintings...ummm...upside down!)
msfullphat
Yes, he is beautiful...you're so perceptive.
Hope you get over that cold soon. Keep warm. Cheers.
bpbpersonals
really, as Wordsworth termed poem to be the spontaneous flow of powerful feelings.. your feelings are really heart touching and depict the love amidst the storms of confession.
wishing for your prosperous and cheerful days.
'07bpb
msfullphat
evening godessss, you're not s'posed to just blog and then bugger off for days you know! just cause thats what Roger does too! Now I suspect you're both disgustedly loved up with rhubarb kisses and sunsets etc.....
My cold is not receding and last night curled up in my sister's bed in London instead of going back to work! Then woke to beautiful postcard London all snowed up and purty ( for atleast a coupla hours). Feeling better now, being taught how to handle the press tommorrow.....will let you know how of course....
x
LOL...you are so funny. Gorgeous.
Thing is...Rogers got an excuse with his book. And me, well, I'm good at conversation...like this...but it doesn't come natural to me to just go 'blaaaah' to the world!
I'm here cos Roger nagged me, but I don't think I've got that much to say that the world would really be interested in.
Anyway, lately, instead of blogging, I've been doing mosaics on my back porch. Also I'm working more and i've started yoga teacher training so have assignments and books to read. I'm reading the yoga sutras at the moment which I love.
Umm...dunno know where I'm going with this.
Sorry your cold is not improving. You must really need to rest.
London sounds beautiful at the moment. Its hot here in Melbourne.
Yes, I'm very curious about how to handle the press...do tell!
msfullphat
I think
Blogging is guilt free
Rule free
Folks can read or comment or smile or holler or weep or pass on by without a mutter
writing really is the same, i was free to nag you cause I wanted to hear more... you could write ... you could knit? No not knit,( where did I get that from!?) read and practice yoga. I do these neck excercsie things I leanrt on a yoga retreat last year but i haven't even thought about meditating for ages...
London was beautiful for about 2 hours and then it was just wet and dirty and cold and crowded...still lovely but not quite beautiful!!
London is mostly beautiful for me these days cause my daughter lives here and I love to see her. We wrap each other up in big hugs and i buy her large meals and put credit on her travel card ( I used to top up her phone too but now I have bought her one on contract..!)
Yesterday she put me on the train back to Nottingham and then went shopping and blew all £15O of a tax rebate she had just got through! I have managed to confer both the tremendous work ethic and the appaling money management ethic that is my down fall oh dear!
The day before yesterday, the news broke that a young man aged 15 had been shot in his bed whilst sleeping. A 'gang' of youth had kicked down the door to his house, and found him in his bed and jsut shot him. In peckham, which is a part of London my child frequents. This news is apalling. I know there is something I must do. Today my daughter rang me, the child who has died is the younger brother of a boy she had just started dating, first date last week, went to his house met his family...spoke to him on Sunday, boy dies on Monday, missed his brothers call on wednesday and then his phone is off.... She(we?) has been living with gun crime so long, we were talking about all the boys she knew from the estate in Mnachester who had got messed up in it all, how she used to nag the younger ones, how they used to agree but couldn't see a way out of it...but that was Manchester, London was supposed to give her some distance but now, is so unforgiving and relentless, not sure how she's handling it coming crashing back so close. She saw the child photo on the news and thought he looks like...and then they showed the street and she thought that looks like and then she knew she had stood in that house, meeting a child for the first time who is now dead within the week and we both have no idea how that must feel.For this family to lose this child, for a person to turn so quickly into a body, a statistic. and i say your brother can't know. He is still away in Austria but if he knew he would take his nearly 17 year old self down to London and drag his sister back to lock her in the house for ever to keep her safe forever and we have no idea how we are going to keep him safe........ i couldn't blog this...........somehow you have given me space to post this here, its fine to wipe it, its a big bad thing and I have no idea how tears are supposed to help!
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your roger was beautiful enough through his songs and his writing, now you add mango kisses and scented hair! Am visiting my blogs friends on the back of a nasty cold that has given me a morning off work, Lurvely.