where i've been, what i've seen, what i've written - part ii
done editing. *phew*
more views
fallen
red skirt in the desert
sky on fire
blue red green
the vatican seems to have moved ... 
hill's mills
pretty one
dusting the sky
the danube
more words
Aubade
Night bears witness
once again. To limbs weaving
webs of desire. To confessions
that need no grammar, no
words. A sheet has slipped
to the floor, pooled
like moonlight, like music
dripping off ivory keys.
Beneath a blanket,
hearts have synchronized.
A cupped hand gathers
breath, as if that could sustain
darkness a little longer.
But the Earth turns
as it always has, tilting
its face to the light. The sun
rises regardless, feeding
on the last stubborn stars.
song of the day: down boy by the yeah yeah yeahs.
2 comments:
Hi Michaela,
I came upon your blog -- from Sarah Jane's -- and it's a good one. 'Great post, reeeally great photos -- sky on fire is beautiful, pope's nude bar -- well, that one speaks for itself.
And I'm so tempted to steal your idea of "song of the day!" ;) 'With links, too -- good idea to go with your good taste ('love the yeah yeah yeahs).
'Safe travels,
Sara
lovely images, dearie. and ohohoh: it doesn't get any better than the pope's nude bar. BAH! i'm still recovering from giggle-fits.
be safe and have tons o'fun... ya know, not doing anything i woudn't do...
xx
n
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