A promise is a beautiful dress made to fit, deceivingly delightful when on but slipping when touched by someone else's hands
A lie is like a cigarette exhaled in a puff of smoke to relax the mind
while others cough and splutter.
Monday, 30 May 2011
tenderness
Tender like furious flesh on a hot day
Tender like birds in springtime singing their outdated but long-awaited love song
Tender like your lips padded with sweat
chewed and chapped after a day of city pressures
Tender is the evening that waits for our dear souls
and together we shall be if tenderness is the appropriate word
and if tenderness allows it, we will embrace her
with her beautiful curves and her misleading warm smile
she is nowhere to be seen
only felt through thin and thick air
And yet she does not escape
but rests gently cupping your sweet face with her hands
kissing the velvet that layers your bones
carefully moulding the triangle of your jaw
And then a tear falls...
Tenderness is relief from everything that exists
tenderness is a breath of air on first awakening
and you breathe so well
it comforts me to cup my hand around your face
and feel so little between hand and skin
that air is pure
free from thoughts of labour even love
that breath is the first
first and last are sacred
a hot flush ripples my skin as
as I think of my absent love
I dance around you like a wavering leaf
because you shape and colour the nature that I have
and I look to you for meek approval
of something so needless and merciless.
Tender like birds in springtime singing their outdated but long-awaited love song
Tender like your lips padded with sweat
chewed and chapped after a day of city pressures
Tender is the evening that waits for our dear souls
and together we shall be if tenderness is the appropriate word
and if tenderness allows it, we will embrace her
with her beautiful curves and her misleading warm smile
she is nowhere to be seen
only felt through thin and thick air
And yet she does not escape
but rests gently cupping your sweet face with her hands
kissing the velvet that layers your bones
carefully moulding the triangle of your jaw
And then a tear falls...
Tenderness is relief from everything that exists
tenderness is a breath of air on first awakening
and you breathe so well
it comforts me to cup my hand around your face
and feel so little between hand and skin
that air is pure
free from thoughts of labour even love
that breath is the first
first and last are sacred
a hot flush ripples my skin as
as I think of my absent love
I dance around you like a wavering leaf
because you shape and colour the nature that I have
and I look to you for meek approval
of something so needless and merciless.
truth
I haven't seen you for two hours
Stubborness and deep regret
carry me unwillingly through
lifting me out of peaceful slumber
knocking on truth's front door
but he went out with love
in his own decisive manner
they usually play the same game.
Stubborness and deep regret
carry me unwillingly through
lifting me out of peaceful slumber
knocking on truth's front door
but he went out with love
in his own decisive manner
they usually play the same game.
mindfulness
Little by little I start again,
to uncover a personal world,
white soft snow, collecting on a rolling ball
its journey clear but uncontrolled
is lighter than the machinery of stillness.
A haphazardous fortune
or mapped out misfortune
I rest my vacuumed mind
But follow its much visited path
that makes circular journeys
around instinct and memory
weaving in and out of synapses
touring each sense cautiously
and looking for the right one for now.
to uncover a personal world,
white soft snow, collecting on a rolling ball
its journey clear but uncontrolled
is lighter than the machinery of stillness.
A haphazardous fortune
or mapped out misfortune
I rest my vacuumed mind
But follow its much visited path
that makes circular journeys
around instinct and memory
weaving in and out of synapses
touring each sense cautiously
and looking for the right one for now.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Monday, 23 May 2011
Le gamin au velo
I've decided to have a Cecile de France week starting with this gorgeous picture of her in her latest film by the Dardenne brothers.... unique talent all around.
Sunday, 22 May 2011
HEREAFTER
Last night, I watched Clint Eastwood's scarcely acclaimed new drama fantasy film, which, for the challenging and often unpopular subject matter that is the afterlife, I think he did a great job. Three parallel stories of three different people affected by death in different but ultimately similar ways. I was surprised that I was glued to the screen, given that it recieved lukewarm reviews due to its apparant oversentimentality but the film world is almost an afterlife of its own, so the two go hand in fantasy hand. I love you, Clint.
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