Monday, 23 November 2009

All the lights are coming on, now, how I wish that it would snow...






Now it's here, I am looking forward to snowballs and mulled wine and mittens and advent calendars and warm pyjamas and toboggans and Christmas stockings and chestnuts roasting on the open fire.

And ice skating. Yesterday I went on possibly the most perfect date with the New Boy doing just that - there was lots of hot chocolate with rum, falling over and holding hands.

I wish I could have worn these, though!:-





Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling. Rub two warm feelings and presto - you have a kiss. Now what? Don't invite the kiss over and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey. It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters, but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of your body without saying goodbye, and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts left on the inside of your mouth. You must nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow, then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 BC.
-Jeffrey McDaniel








i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
-e e cummings








I want a winter picnic, like the Beatles...





I wanted to heave my body against the door of time, against my own talent to ruin and devote my life to nervously, wondrously, touching you.
-Ali Liebgott




I am so tired, but so happy. And a free feast tonight! La vita e dolce this winter, darlings. I hope it is for you too.
Love, lemons and literature xx

3 comments:

jayne said...

reading your posts always makes me smile, but the grin is getting wider as I hear about your lovely little escapades with the new boy. my parents always lament how no one seems to date in our generation, but you're living proof a few kindred spirits are still out there. :)

btw I laughed out loud at your last comment on my post, the boat that rocked IS based off of radio caroline. that is soooo cool that your namesake comes from there :) it explains so much

Lucy said...

Aaaah you've made me feel all warm and cosy inside!
I too long soo much for xmas hols when i can go haome and be cosy by the fire!

Im making a good start by already wearing mittens and i just had a hot chocolate!

Im jealous , i wana go iceskating with a beautiful boy too! lucky thing hehe :P
x

elle s'ennuie said...

Your life sounds more and more like a fairytale with each passing post! :)
I too wish for snow again - we had it for a few days, but now it's gone again.
P.S. That picture of two birds wrapped in scarves - do you happen to have a source for it? Is it by any chance sold on etsy? Because if so, I might have to spend my last pennies on it!!

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