Listening to the beautiful heartbreak that is PJ Harvey's White Chalk will blog on it more when I have the chance to process. Makes a great soundtrack to Serafina's rocky mountain picture set. Serafina - Rocky Mountain
Look for the bandaid. Look for the ink that appears to be drying on her beautiful tats. Is that a halo that the winged feline wears. Look for the asymmetry. Fall in love with Serafina. Or the longing within you that she awakes. Awake to the cold Rocky Mountain waters. Join me at the Marshall Mesa trailhead just outside Boulder. Join me in the world that is rocky.
Like White Chalk Serafina is heartbreakingly beautiful. Or is it beautifully heartbreaking.
Seeing Serafina reminds me of other first. The first french toast in the dining car of an Amtrack train on the way to Orlando for my first visit to Disney World. Its a small world after all. Sleeping in a sleeping car, watching America move by. I was five years old. In some ways I still am. I teach my Venezuelan cousin english. He hits me on the head with a toy gun. His 8 year old sister falls for me. Her english is excellent and so is her french but that is years later. But she is not my cousin just the sister of my cousin figure it out.
Back to Serafina, the asymmetry of the single nipple ring. The water flowing in the background. Cold I know because I have waded in similar waters probably miles but likely yards from where Serafina stood. Then off to Idaho Springs to frolic naked in the hot spring waters. As I lay satiated in the bed, in the hotel that sits on the hot springs. Hot wet. I taste my lover still on my tongue. My guitar at the foot of the bed. I will have to sell it to afford the medical bills that will follow. But for now everything is Rocky Mountain Perfect as the same water that has rejuvenated outlaws and presidents.
Outlaws and Presidents await me. But also Serafina. I reach for the phone to make the appointment to take the hot springs again. The ceiling is moving PJ Harvey tells me. She takes me under the ether. The will to survive. PJ bring me back. My lover awaits me in the bed. She is wet from her shower. She awaits my tongue. I await her taste.
Good night.
Look for the bandaid. Look for the ink that appears to be drying on her beautiful tats. Is that a halo that the winged feline wears. Look for the asymmetry. Fall in love with Serafina. Or the longing within you that she awakes. Awake to the cold Rocky Mountain waters. Join me at the Marshall Mesa trailhead just outside Boulder. Join me in the world that is rocky.
Like White Chalk Serafina is heartbreakingly beautiful. Or is it beautifully heartbreaking.
Seeing Serafina reminds me of other first. The first french toast in the dining car of an Amtrack train on the way to Orlando for my first visit to Disney World. Its a small world after all. Sleeping in a sleeping car, watching America move by. I was five years old. In some ways I still am. I teach my Venezuelan cousin english. He hits me on the head with a toy gun. His 8 year old sister falls for me. Her english is excellent and so is her french but that is years later. But she is not my cousin just the sister of my cousin figure it out.
Back to Serafina, the asymmetry of the single nipple ring. The water flowing in the background. Cold I know because I have waded in similar waters probably miles but likely yards from where Serafina stood. Then off to Idaho Springs to frolic naked in the hot spring waters. As I lay satiated in the bed, in the hotel that sits on the hot springs. Hot wet. I taste my lover still on my tongue. My guitar at the foot of the bed. I will have to sell it to afford the medical bills that will follow. But for now everything is Rocky Mountain Perfect as the same water that has rejuvenated outlaws and presidents.
Outlaws and Presidents await me. But also Serafina. I reach for the phone to make the appointment to take the hot springs again. The ceiling is moving PJ Harvey tells me. She takes me under the ether. The will to survive. PJ bring me back. My lover awaits me in the bed. She is wet from her shower. She awaits my tongue. I await her taste.
Good night.
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phantasy:
How are you going lately? I don't get into chat much these days.
phantasy:
If you ever come back, send me a message or something and I will refriend you. I am just culling my friends list at the moment.