Speak to me only
in the liquor of your skin,
unbottled over mine.
Empty your mouth into mine.
Tell me.
Tell me everything.
– Peregrine –
skinny legs and all…
when a man…
walks into a room…
he brings his whole life with him. He has a million reasons for being anywhere, just ask him. If you listen, he’ll tell you how he got there. How he forgot where he was going, and that he woke up. If you listen, he’ll tell you about the time he thought he was an angel or dreamt of being perfect. And then he’ll smile with wisdom, content that he realized the world isn’t perfect. We’re flawed, because we want so much more. We’re ruined, because we get these things, and wish for what we had.
– Don Draper, Mad Men –
you had me at hello…
this magic road…
On this magic road I’m about to lose control
Oh, won’t you bless my soul on this magic road
Down this magic road you can have anything you want
And leave out things you don’t want on this magic road
What is this I see? What a mystery
What a time to meet, baby…
On this magic road
On this magic road
On this magic road
– Al Green –
drunk as drunk…
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it – our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal –
Over the sky’s hot rim,
The day’s last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
– Pablo Neruda –
5 senses+…
what i do for you…
