07.03.15
Heaven’s always a little closer
at an art show
drink in hand friends in arm
drinking it all
in
heaven closer
and all
things’
possible
06 March 2015
05 March 2015
04 March 2015
04.03.15
I’ll love until the end of time
Love can you see me too?
Kiss before you go
I just wanted to know
A day of summer in winter
Tomorrow winter returns
I am better in the dark anyway
In my urban armour of black leather
Looking for a fix
You like the danger
mon coquina
fille
Te’adore mon cœur noir
03 March 2015
03.03.15
Home is
cluster phobic
Lets go to your Place
Home is
always screaming
go to your place
Home is
Sticking in my throat
Let's go your place
Home is
Standing on Me tits
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Angrily accusing
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Quietly loathing me
Let's go to your place
Love
Home is
cluster phobic
Lets go to your Place
Home is
always screaming
go to your place
Home is
Sticking in my throat
Let's go your place
Home is
Standing on Me tits
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Angrily accusing
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Quietly loathing me
Let's go to your place
Love
01 March 2015
01.03.15
I miss the ritual
The snow monkeys
Resume’s that were sketches, chord’s
And scars
Now
We both have too many
Initial’s
Behind our names
The known was bounded by Tompkins Park, St Mark’s commons
You took me to rotaway beach
Pointed at the lights and said that’s where you’re
From
Across the ocean
I just kissed
Sick days and all the rest
Just noise
Your kiss always told me everything
28 February 2015
27 February 2015
25 February 2015
Monster
“How long have we known each other? “ I ask.
“Long enough” she answer’s pulling me close pressing against me urgently hands running over me. Pushing my face into her thick blonde hair, that smells like lavender.
“Did we find what we were looking for?” I ask. I know her well enough know how she seduces this is not it. She does the standard deep kiss, and placing my hand on her breast.
“A drink?” she asks.
“Sure love, why not, “ I answer. OK it’s evening but, and Blair dresses still a little black dress and stiletto’s. She wears it well. We go to a favoured dive. I am guessing her husband, who is not found of us would never be found dead there or, any of her friends.
Nous gagné, ça s'arrose !” I shout in the car park. Bad French is one of the constants of our friendship; so we won let’s drink make sense
Blair answers “"C'est un bon coup!” basically you’re a good fuck.
I love this place Bukowski, or James Joyce would be at home here.
Today martini’s mine gin and wet, and Blair’s’ vodka dry. We talk about everything.
Second round arrives whatever it is it isn’t good. I ask, “Love what do you need from me?” I am asking now, because since I haven’t eaten the gin will have greater effect.
“You’ve always been there for me. I noticed you’re not packing any more. You know heat, your.45 auto?”
I start laughing and say Outta all the Gin joint’s in the world she walks into mine.”
“That’s not funny.” Blair said.
“This very Sam Spade the blonde dame in distress, and oddly enough second time today. I have been asked. “ I said.
“I need help Brad’s mean.” Blair said pouting biting her lip, that look had gotten someone sent to the ER before.
“I am not a hero, you know that. I am more Tyler Durden, than knight in shining armour ” I said.
“Did you help her? Is she younger than me? Prettier? More covers?” Blair insisted
You’re prettier, and younger, no I have a very unique skill set, what surprised me is that She knew, How?”
“Women know these things we can smell it I don’t a hero; I need a Monster.” Blair said staring intently.
“I am not killing anyone for anyone today, and. make no mistake we love. We fancy you; we love you we don’t do that anymore. I am semi-retired monster. I am not sure what Brad did but do you really want him dead?” I said.
“His name is Erik not dead just really scared. I told him I could call upon the dark rider of the apocalypse that is you if he was mean. Blair said hitting with me baby blue puppy eyes. The effect was calculated, because suddenly I’m 19 and the blonde in the front by the speakers that tall cool drink of water Ford Model is there, and I want her so bad.
“I am not that good, I am just your average Vampyre.” I said
You never said more covers?” Blair said twisting a strand of hair with her fingers.
“”You’re still the champion love, and still dead sexy, and a weapon’s grade body, and I am also sure you’re a little relived I said no. I am chuffed that you still think of me.”
“If someone hurts me?” Blair asked.
“Is that even a bloody question?!” I answer. Flashing on EMT’s taking someone from the club where I was a chucker.
The cop asks you “What happened here?
He tripped I imagine it’s rough by the stage; there’s witnesses, Suzy! Sheena! “I said.
Sheena and Suzie who drive into the city every Friday and Saturday night.
Matching outfits of mini and strategically ripped fishnets and purple hair. In unison they describe a mosh pit gone bad.
“They take Ronan past me he writhes and closes his eyes. Blair runs up throws herself around me. She in her glam girl look. looks at the cop with her best southern sorority girl accent “My boyfriend called for help carried that boy out here to get some air.”
/the cops leave. I walk over so the booker, and manager can tell me what fuck-up I am. This is sure Blair can now walk through the club wearing a smile and heels and no one will say a word they will politely avert their eyes.
The women at the club hate her, “she’s so obvious, a blonde blue eyed model how is that punk? Why is she even here she’s not one of us!”
In the now she hands you a cigarette in the cat park, as you light it, and inhale you realize there’s coke on the filter so nice.
“”So love what now? “I ask
“What always hap pen’s now” Blair says motioning me to get in her jaguar. I climb in. Blair passes me the derringer loaded with a nice hit of Peruvian flake.
“Is she thinner than, me?” Blair demands
“No love you’re beyond compare. “I answer
“What about Amber, and her big plastic tit’s” Blair insists.
You were on honeymoon! How did you even know?” I answer. She always knew some weird precognition linked to my sex life.
“I am thirsty lets get some gin and a bed” Blair said.
“Why I love you woman,” I said. She pulls into the liquor store we walk in I look at champagne, she walks briskly ahead filling the basket, gin, tonic, limes by the check-out.
In the cat “Give us your panties I say in the car. A Blair smiles give a sexy smile and gives me black lacy I slip them in pocket.
We get to Hotel car park. Blair hands the valet key puts the bar. Smiles supplies into a Gucci duffle.
We get quickly through the lobby to the front desk Blair check’s us in Mr. & Mrs., it might have been. Walking to the lift’s I casually fondle her. In the lift I slide my hand between her thighs. You know they have camera’s I say lifting her dress then pressing her against the back of the lift I brush her breasts her nipples are hard. The door opens
In front she fumbles the key card as I press against her. The door opens she throws the duffle.in. I pull her by her long blonde hair pin Blair to the wall. Strip her dress off her lacy bra she is standing in heels breathing hard.
“Lets get the ice I say taking her hand, she bends to retrieve her dress I pull her up.
“Like this?” Blair asks blush coming to her cheeks. She walks to the desk grabs the ice bucket and takes my hand.
“Let’s go” Blair says confidently. We walk down the hall hand in hand. At the “ bikram yoga kick’s you’re body is amazing.” I say. Wordlessly Blair drops to her knees put the ice bucket down while staring me in the eye pops an ice cube in her mouth runs another across her nipples. Blair takes me in her mouth. Staring me in the eye. This not sex it is a sacrament, and I am being worshipped. I tap her and say “ room
Bitch” she tucks me into my jeans and picks up the ice bucket, and walks towards the room. I follow admiring her walk noticing she still does Dior turns.
Inside the room I grab her, kiss her roughly and throw her on the bed throw her on the bed. I strip, and fashion my t-shirt into blindfold . Cover her eyes I take her scarf and tie her hands above her head to the headboard. I stroke her kiss, and nibble. She moans and writhes on the bed.
I spread her legs tasting licking, and nibbling her wet lips caressing the little man in the boat. She shivers and moans turn to screams. I get off the bed, and say “Not yet, Blair. “
“Please, I’ll be good” Blair implores. I get a drink a drink gin rocks amazingly well. I walk back to the bed. Stroking Blair’s hair. I say “I will release you now, you may arrive” untying her. She mounts me. Riding me screaming. then pulls herself off on all fours screaming take me!
I take her from behind pulling her hair, ass her hips follow me perfectly. Blair arrives in guttural stream of profanity, as I arrive she presses her hip’s against me, then does almost a head stand
“I am ovulating, and I love when we make love.” Blair said in her semi headstand. I am sure what to say so; I make her a Tanqueray and tonic I hand it to her trying to process.
“”I told you I need a monster, and you’re my hero for being that quit worrying I know who you are, and I love who we are. I don’t want to change a thing.“ Blair said, now lying in bed.
“Cool I said walking to the shower drink in hand. Blair followed
In the hair pulled up held in place by a pen, with hotel logo. Blair said, “If I wanted sweet, and caring. I would have been with a woman.” We wash each other. Then dry each other off she retrieve’s workout clothes and make-up from duffle. We dress no need to talk nor, is it uncomfortable. Music from an electronica station in the background.
Blair break’s the silence I’ll take you to your car, that was fan fucking tastic!”
“Blair your still the fuck of the millennium” I said. We sing-a-long to Nirvana she drops leave me at the car park, with an amazing kiss, and we disappear into the real world just like that.
.
“How long have we known each other? “ I ask.
“Long enough” she answer’s pulling me close pressing against me urgently hands running over me. Pushing my face into her thick blonde hair, that smells like lavender.
“Did we find what we were looking for?” I ask. I know her well enough know how she seduces this is not it. She does the standard deep kiss, and placing my hand on her breast.
“A drink?” she asks.
“Sure love, why not, “ I answer. OK it’s evening but, and Blair dresses still a little black dress and stiletto’s. She wears it well. We go to a favoured dive. I am guessing her husband, who is not found of us would never be found dead there or, any of her friends.
Nous gagné, ça s'arrose !” I shout in the car park. Bad French is one of the constants of our friendship; so we won let’s drink make sense
Blair answers “"C'est un bon coup!” basically you’re a good fuck.
I love this place Bukowski, or James Joyce would be at home here.
Today martini’s mine gin and wet, and Blair’s’ vodka dry. We talk about everything.
Second round arrives whatever it is it isn’t good. I ask, “Love what do you need from me?” I am asking now, because since I haven’t eaten the gin will have greater effect.
“You’ve always been there for me. I noticed you’re not packing any more. You know heat, your.45 auto?”
I start laughing and say Outta all the Gin joint’s in the world she walks into mine.”
“That’s not funny.” Blair said.
“This very Sam Spade the blonde dame in distress, and oddly enough second time today. I have been asked. “ I said.
“I need help Brad’s mean.” Blair said pouting biting her lip, that look had gotten someone sent to the ER before.
“I am not a hero, you know that. I am more Tyler Durden, than knight in shining armour ” I said.
“Did you help her? Is she younger than me? Prettier? More covers?” Blair insisted
You’re prettier, and younger, no I have a very unique skill set, what surprised me is that She knew, How?”
“Women know these things we can smell it I don’t a hero; I need a Monster.” Blair said staring intently.
“I am not killing anyone for anyone today, and. make no mistake we love. We fancy you; we love you we don’t do that anymore. I am semi-retired monster. I am not sure what Brad did but do you really want him dead?” I said.
“His name is Erik not dead just really scared. I told him I could call upon the dark rider of the apocalypse that is you if he was mean. Blair said hitting with me baby blue puppy eyes. The effect was calculated, because suddenly I’m 19 and the blonde in the front by the speakers that tall cool drink of water Ford Model is there, and I want her so bad.
“I am not that good, I am just your average Vampyre.” I said
You never said more covers?” Blair said twisting a strand of hair with her fingers.
“”You’re still the champion love, and still dead sexy, and a weapon’s grade body, and I am also sure you’re a little relived I said no. I am chuffed that you still think of me.”
“If someone hurts me?” Blair asked.
“Is that even a bloody question?!” I answer. Flashing on EMT’s taking someone from the club where I was a chucker.
The cop asks you “What happened here?
He tripped I imagine it’s rough by the stage; there’s witnesses, Suzy! Sheena! “I said.
Sheena and Suzie who drive into the city every Friday and Saturday night.
Matching outfits of mini and strategically ripped fishnets and purple hair. In unison they describe a mosh pit gone bad.
“They take Ronan past me he writhes and closes his eyes. Blair runs up throws herself around me. She in her glam girl look. looks at the cop with her best southern sorority girl accent “My boyfriend called for help carried that boy out here to get some air.”
/the cops leave. I walk over so the booker, and manager can tell me what fuck-up I am. This is sure Blair can now walk through the club wearing a smile and heels and no one will say a word they will politely avert their eyes.
The women at the club hate her, “she’s so obvious, a blonde blue eyed model how is that punk? Why is she even here she’s not one of us!”
In the now she hands you a cigarette in the cat park, as you light it, and inhale you realize there’s coke on the filter so nice.
“”So love what now? “I ask
“What always hap pen’s now” Blair says motioning me to get in her jaguar. I climb in. Blair passes me the derringer loaded with a nice hit of Peruvian flake.
“Is she thinner than, me?” Blair demands
“No love you’re beyond compare. “I answer
“What about Amber, and her big plastic tit’s” Blair insists.
You were on honeymoon! How did you even know?” I answer. She always knew some weird precognition linked to my sex life.
“I am thirsty lets get some gin and a bed” Blair said.
“Why I love you woman,” I said. She pulls into the liquor store we walk in I look at champagne, she walks briskly ahead filling the basket, gin, tonic, limes by the check-out.
In the cat “Give us your panties I say in the car. A Blair smiles give a sexy smile and gives me black lacy I slip them in pocket.
We get to Hotel car park. Blair hands the valet key puts the bar. Smiles supplies into a Gucci duffle.
We get quickly through the lobby to the front desk Blair check’s us in Mr. & Mrs., it might have been. Walking to the lift’s I casually fondle her. In the lift I slide my hand between her thighs. You know they have camera’s I say lifting her dress then pressing her against the back of the lift I brush her breasts her nipples are hard. The door opens
In front she fumbles the key card as I press against her. The door opens she throws the duffle.in. I pull her by her long blonde hair pin Blair to the wall. Strip her dress off her lacy bra she is standing in heels breathing hard.
“Lets get the ice I say taking her hand, she bends to retrieve her dress I pull her up.
“Like this?” Blair asks blush coming to her cheeks. She walks to the desk grabs the ice bucket and takes my hand.
“Let’s go” Blair says confidently. We walk down the hall hand in hand. At the “ bikram yoga kick’s you’re body is amazing.” I say. Wordlessly Blair drops to her knees put the ice bucket down while staring me in the eye pops an ice cube in her mouth runs another across her nipples. Blair takes me in her mouth. Staring me in the eye. This not sex it is a sacrament, and I am being worshipped. I tap her and say “ room
Bitch” she tucks me into my jeans and picks up the ice bucket, and walks towards the room. I follow admiring her walk noticing she still does Dior turns.
Inside the room I grab her, kiss her roughly and throw her on the bed throw her on the bed. I strip, and fashion my t-shirt into blindfold . Cover her eyes I take her scarf and tie her hands above her head to the headboard. I stroke her kiss, and nibble. She moans and writhes on the bed.
I spread her legs tasting licking, and nibbling her wet lips caressing the little man in the boat. She shivers and moans turn to screams. I get off the bed, and say “Not yet, Blair. “
“Please, I’ll be good” Blair implores. I get a drink a drink gin rocks amazingly well. I walk back to the bed. Stroking Blair’s hair. I say “I will release you now, you may arrive” untying her. She mounts me. Riding me screaming. then pulls herself off on all fours screaming take me!
I take her from behind pulling her hair, ass her hips follow me perfectly. Blair arrives in guttural stream of profanity, as I arrive she presses her hip’s against me, then does almost a head stand
“I am ovulating, and I love when we make love.” Blair said in her semi headstand. I am sure what to say so; I make her a Tanqueray and tonic I hand it to her trying to process.
“”I told you I need a monster, and you’re my hero for being that quit worrying I know who you are, and I love who we are. I don’t want to change a thing.“ Blair said, now lying in bed.
“Cool I said walking to the shower drink in hand. Blair followed
In the hair pulled up held in place by a pen, with hotel logo. Blair said, “If I wanted sweet, and caring. I would have been with a woman.” We wash each other. Then dry each other off she retrieve’s workout clothes and make-up from duffle. We dress no need to talk nor, is it uncomfortable. Music from an electronica station in the background.
Blair break’s the silence I’ll take you to your car, that was fan fucking tastic!”
“Blair your still the fuck of the millennium” I said. We sing-a-long to Nirvana she drops leave me at the car park, with an amazing kiss, and we disappear into the real world just like that.
.
24 February 2015
24.02.15
You feel so familiar
I can’t see your face from here
I think I know you
Your humour
Your heart
Your voice
I can’t see your face from here
That bar where my friend danced?
Déjà vu when we speak
I can’t see your face from here
That dive with great martinis?
I can’t see your face from here
Have we awoken to each other?
I can’t see your face from here
An adventure?
You see,I am not great with names
I can’t see your face from here
21 February 2015
17.02.15
fuck-off and die scum
you don’t need a walking study in demonology
Please go to the Irish bastard
The one you asked me to teach a lesson, with a .45 auto
You’re not
My type
As smart you claim
Zip talent
And more baggage than a cruise ship
The Irish bastard
Needs a meal ticket
I don’t
More issues than time
more daddy issues
than porn star
without the skills
you’ll never speak again
now that is
the
nicest thing
you’ve ever done for anyone
19 February 2015
12 February 2015
11 February 2015
Valentines Day
This is not your flat. It’s too posh and clean, and dreadfully lit by the sun like a terrarium. She is still asleep She’s actually attractive considering her make-up and tonnes of blonde hair are from the dungeon like club, where you met her in. Her tan skin contrasts your snow-white tan, you look at her body, and she’s a stunner. Bits of last night come back industrial music loud trying to talk staring in to pale blue eyes the spontaneous combustion. Bloody snogging up against the wall her legs snaking around you the clock says 9:33, as she obviously has a job. She will be stirring soon- scarper time. Clothes scattered around her little black dress and stiletto’s. A shower would be nice, or another go, but that would mean conversation, beyond, fuck you’re sexy! On your part, and her you’re so cool! Still looking at her cute landing strip you need a cigarette more than, ever or perhaps a little taste of something stronger
You gather jean’s, Black T-shirt, black leather jacket de riguer for your tribe. Slip on your boots you don’t make noise, no one in regiment does. Thank fully there is a pack of player sailor cut cigarette ‘s in your jacket. You slip on blackout shades. Much better go down the stairs. You see the half bath and give yourself a quick prostie bath.
Out the front door, you see your bike. You pick-up the paper in the lawn, and see the Date its Valentines Day Sunday. The manor is exploding in a riot of leaf blowers, and unreasonably bright sun lit cigarette bonnie roaring to life back to concrete canyon’s. You wonder what party’s are going on for Valentines Day.
This is not your flat. It’s too posh and clean, and dreadfully lit by the sun like a terrarium. She is still asleep She’s actually attractive considering her make-up and tonnes of blonde hair are from the dungeon like club, where you met her in. Her tan skin contrasts your snow-white tan, you look at her body, and she’s a stunner. Bits of last night come back industrial music loud trying to talk staring in to pale blue eyes the spontaneous combustion. Bloody snogging up against the wall her legs snaking around you the clock says 9:33, as she obviously has a job. She will be stirring soon- scarper time. Clothes scattered around her little black dress and stiletto’s. A shower would be nice, or another go, but that would mean conversation, beyond, fuck you’re sexy! On your part, and her you’re so cool! Still looking at her cute landing strip you need a cigarette more than, ever or perhaps a little taste of something stronger
You gather jean’s, Black T-shirt, black leather jacket de riguer for your tribe. Slip on your boots you don’t make noise, no one in regiment does. Thank fully there is a pack of player sailor cut cigarette ‘s in your jacket. You slip on blackout shades. Much better go down the stairs. You see the half bath and give yourself a quick prostie bath.
Out the front door, you see your bike. You pick-up the paper in the lawn, and see the Date its Valentines Day Sunday. The manor is exploding in a riot of leaf blowers, and unreasonably bright sun lit cigarette bonnie roaring to life back to concrete canyon’s. You wonder what party’s are going on for Valentines Day.
09 February 2015
07 February 2015
06 February 2015
05 February 2015
04 February 2015
03 February 2015
02 February 2015
31 January 2015
Last night started watching Orange is the new Black. I thought after why do I like this show so much? It occurs to me , that Piper Chapman is every woman I have ever been involved with gutsy, smart attractive, felonious,(more than couple of you) has an ex girlfriend(of course.)I love you all, crazy , cool , sexy women make this veil of tears bearable
Sweet one, friend, lover, and comrade in arms.’ Just walk away from posers’, sycophants, and self-important, self-righteous old fucks. They are not worthy of your attentions.
You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.
One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.
You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.
One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.
30 January 2015
29 January 2015
28 January 2015
27 January 2015
27.01.15
I think of you
Your eyes
It’s a day’s work
Looking into them
I see who you used to be
Who you’ve become
People in-between
I see you changing as I watch
Speaking to me in the silence
When you look back
What do you see?
Who I was?
Who I am?
Are you attracted?
Are you frightened?
Are you repulsed?
Can you see me?
Do you care?
Your eyes
It’s a day’s work looking into them
26 January 2015
25 January 2015
Good Friday 18.04.14
Charleston Heston frees' my ancestors
The Angel death passes me over.
Does she not know how much I love her?
Her beauty flawless, skin perfect, and though she's embraced me many times, I always wake up and she's gone.
13.06 on our anniversary
I remember this day so well
Because I thought this time
You would stay
You held me for days
kissed me deeply
Gave me the lead jewel's I still carry
Alas I awoke to cacophony of tubes machines and crying people.
But you were gone!
Death
the only face I wanted to see
And you abandoned me
I
24.01.15 on the morning of 25.01.15 over coffee
I hoped,
Picture excess,
And whispered rumours
I celebrate my darkness,
I hoped you didn’t care
Yes
I know the choicest parts of hell
I hoped you weren’t frightened
I hoped you knew
That, I don’t judge and
I hoped you didn’t either
I get it
I just
As
Faded and jaded as
I am, hoped
You wouldn’t be
And
Hoped you knew this Vampyre
Doesn’t harm those he
Loves
I hoped
That you would see this
And
Understand
I hoped you were
really
really
My
Friend
23 January 2015
21 January 2015
21.01.15
I know you know
But this just isn’t
A good
Idea
It’s
Not even romantic
Probably
Because
Jaded and faded describes us
Volcanic, and possibly
Satanic
Does too
Yes, I am a little
Vampyric
A cautionary tale
Of excesses
You
The stunner
Carnivorous
That woman
Both of us unrepentant
this is a
Bad idea
20 January 2015
18 January 2015
18.01.15
I love
The way
You greet me
Like
I am some beautiful, talented creature
The way
You call me an angel headed hipster
With no hint of irony, or sarcasm
The way
You take me hand
The way
You’re as bright and open
As
I am dark
And obscure
The way
You walk with me
As if
It was a rare honour
The way
You’re a little melancholy
As I walk a way
15 January 2015
14 January 2015
09 January 2015
07 January 2015
Secret Agent Man-07.03.15
I kept your secrets, and then I keep them now
I loved you, and then I love you now
No, he doesn’t need to know
Not about where you danced, that you danced
Your girlfriend, our girlfriend
I see you
I taste your kiss
Her kiss
Vodka and gauloises
I hear loud angry music
And I nod and keep walking
A stranger pretending
Your secrets
Safe
05 January 2015
12 November 2014
10 November 2014
stranger
Yes, I saw yesterday by the bar you introduced to your girlfriend, with your husband. I gave you a wink as you passed you gave me that sly smile of yours’. I kept all your secrets then, and I keep them now. Stories about sick days, and pub crawls getting tossed at the protest, and whose girlfriend she was supposed to be are a bit much for the burb’s. Still I see you and I can taste gauloises, tequila, and your kiss, her kiss. I hope all is well and I am sure he comes straight home, and he’s “good” for you. I wish all the best,
And our time together was anything but; boring you’ll always have a place in my little dark heart.
And our time together was anything but; boring you’ll always have a place in my little dark heart.
orange and black
Last night started watching Orange is the new Black. I thought after why do I like this show so much? It occurs to me , that Piper Chapman is every woman I have ever been involved with gutsy, smart attractive, felonious,(more than couple of you) has an ex girlfriend(of course.)I love you all, crazy , cool , sexy women make this veil of tears bearable
22 May 2011
11 December 2010
I reel in revulsion Lieberman (you remember Bush’s bitch.), and Feinstein invoked the 1917 Espionage Act against Julian Assanage and The New York Times. This is an assault on the people. It is a pure and simplean attack on civil liberties, an act of revenge for embarrassing the powers that be.
Assange with Wikki leaks are only doing what main stream “journalist” are supposed to be doing. To Lieberman and Feinstein I offer Jefferson "The basis of our governments being the opinion of the people, the very first object should be to keep that right; and were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate a moment to prefer the latter. But I should mean that every man should receive those papers and be capable of reading them." --Thomas Jefferson to Edward Carrington, 1787. ME 6:57
This is not the first time this has happened does the senate not remember the pentagon papers? The Times’ won that, round, and I expect that the case will be cited and affirmed if taken to trial. NEW YORK TIMES CO. v. UNITED STATES, 403 U.S. 713 (1971)
what a year the tea party the rise of the snow billy AKA Sarah Palin the end of decade nears. I am
where I started veal pen X, still over educated under employed amazed that Devry school rejects barely literate. They don't understand the metrics they are charged with. I see an endless parade of self congratulation, and cake parties. What will we remember "911 the only president to make Nixonook honest , and Grant competent? Endless war , Lady Gaga,the dawn of electric vehicles?
I will remember my friends. Everythingelse is so much white noise
23 January 2010
20 January 2010
17 October 2009
York Times reports on 14.10.09 Saudi Arabia is demanding reoperations at Global climate conference. They are demanding transfers of technologies. Education assistance and insurance of income. Now my question is, since for several decades O.P.E.C. has been the recipient of the largest transfer of wealth in history it’s late to realise fossil fuels are a finite resource, and perhaps new technologies will develop. I hope now that the end of an era is in sight these countries will develop themselves
19 May 2009
08 May 2009
Rome 2 Millenniums’ later
I think we put off Rome, because after all it's history is a foundation of western civilisation. I had seen it in Fellini films and history books so often I didn't feel the need to actually see it. I could have not been more mistaken. The difference between seeing smelling and hearing it. Is the difference between kissing your lover and getting a text from her. Rome is an adventure being assailed by beauty and history at every turn.
Ghosts of the failed empire
It’s amazing to watch Rush Limbaugh, and Ann Coulter ranting in the parapets of a failed empire. They feel to realise an era has closed, and the pastor in chief W redeemed the legacy’s of Ulysses Grant’s and Richard Nixon, He holds the special title for incompetence and corruption.
Still it takes really big brass balls to hope that, there is a depression and an attack on U. S. Soil just to justify the crimes and abuses for the last eight years
Still it takes really big brass balls to hope that, there is a depression and an attack on U. S. Soil just to justify the crimes and abuses for the last eight years
14 February 2009
bipartisanship- wake-up and smell the rancid treachery
bi-partisan ship is a trap President Obama, these soulless worshippers' of death and free markets seek to undermine you turn if it cost's the economy going into a deep depression. They' re ideologues in truest sense. They have seen the light and heard the voices. Drop them like a bad habit ,they will never work with you, They do not care what the cost may be the economic viablity of the country itself.
11 February 2009
really orwellian
I am watching a nearly a trillion being spent, with reports of of trillions of bad paper left. The people whoare charged with fixing are those who created this fiasco.
It's rather like in Animal Farm in the beginning when consensus was the pigs are smart,maybe they should be in charge.
06 February 2009
the veal pen blues
May ex manager informs us tat it is inappropriate to be brassed off about being passed over for promotion. How very maginamous of her to dictate what we should feel, as she supports the under qualified in their rise over me. My mentor will give me lip service and tut tut . I hate the white collar ghetto.
bail-out follies
I am watching millionaire's argue that other millionaires' should no have to live on a mere 500k ayear did the captain of the Titanic, or Valdez get a bonus? Pete Sessions Dallas TX GOP says the republican party should mount an insurgency "Taliban " Style" form a jihad against Obama by all means cover your ass as the economy tanks. Keep praying to the God of free markets
01 January 2009
Happy 09 rant
Happy New Year! We are rally hoping or a better one. It's been interesting the primacy's were great theatre. I loved the spectacle. I loved the fact that after electing Caeser Octaius(W)) not once but twice, that Caeser Tiberus( Mc Cain) not elected to preside over the fall of the U.S. even after adding Palin the "hockey Mom"millionairess populist I cheered for Obma and stayed up most of the night waiting or anoucement there's"a problem in Florida or Ohio."this never came and the world celebrated the return of free electionstothe U.S.
I lived through a city with no power for 3 weeks the aftermath of hurricane Ike. I still wait for my house to be made liveable. I will hope for a better tomorrow for all with all of my cynical heart.
19 March 2008
5 year's later
Iraq still rages our pastor and chief and, the corporate thug co-fuhrer, declare success?!? Cheney being told a majority of Americans disagree , answers"so""
How about a little democracy in the U.S.A. ? 20,000 wounded 4,000 dead American soldiers and Iraq civilians in the hundred of thousands apparently not human so not counted by occupying forces.
Mean while Obama gives a speech on the elephants in the room , race and religion. Very literate,such a contrast to the Bubba in chief.I find it insightful, and articulate.
I work for a major finical institute, and I am Caucasian, and male. It seems after much travel,t seems there is nothing else in this country except "us v.them" and you are guilty by association.I am the "man" not so much because I am management but by the colour of my skin.
Obama is correct a more perfect union is needed
03.08-a crack in time
Just a little sting then a warm feeling
Count back from a 100
9o, 89
Morphine glides
To the
Junk centre
In my brain
86
You take my hand
I am waiting
You say
Tapping your high heeled toe
83, 82
and you kiss me
81, 80
And we are possessed
When awake you are gone
It is only a stolen moment- a crack in time
I return the lights too bright
You stay
Beautiful and faraway
Just a little sting then a warm feeling
Count back from a 100
9o, 89
Morphine glides
To the
Junk centre
In my brain
86
You take my hand
I am waiting
You say
Tapping your high heeled toe
83, 82
and you kiss me
81, 80
And we are possessed
When awake you are gone
It is only a stolen moment- a crack in time
I return the lights too bright
You stay
Beautiful and faraway
17 March 2008
06 December 2007
08.09.06
in the bar next to place where my friend dances for men
tarred stain lungs I scream into the night
too stoned to notice
too lost to care
next to the bar where my friend sells herself
It seems my life is blend
of leggy blonde's nicotine schedule one drugs and excellent fictions
a glass of gin, and half a pack of cigarettes
I have become the person
My parents warned me about
in the bar next to place where my friend dances for men
tarred stain lungs I scream into the night
too stoned to notice
too lost to care
next to the bar where my friend sells herself
It seems my life is blend
of leggy blonde's nicotine schedule one drugs and excellent fictions
a glass of gin, and half a pack of cigarettes
I have become the person
My parents warned me about
24 August 2007
25.08.07
justifying Iraq by using the “success” of Vietnam War. The mind boggles at what an idiot this man is as Karl “Gobbel's” Rove has resigned along with most of the inner circle rats from the sinking ship of lies failure and corruption. . The mind reels at the sight of this man actually thinks he get orders from God.
14 July 2007
Lucky Friday the 13th
13.07.07
My friend is on stage Stevie Muree playing guitar. I am working hard talking to Judy and Jolene. I am talking our collective journey as hard as I can I am walking out in bliss the there of us passing bottle of crown Royal. Next a spiff is lit in the back of the SUV us rolling and playing. I am massively happy. I am sure how or why these things happen to me are just ecstatic when they do. I am just an average bloke in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, which seeks to save Africa .The women, are attractive and successful by the conversation we are having best friends, and middle management in different energy companies. I am ok , under employed and overeducated, I am sussing not their average fare. I also by the after in a luxury SUV three of us in varying stages of undress the embarrassed glances they may share much but this is the first time they’ve shared this. I am honoured and just silly happy in daze .
My friend is on stage Stevie Muree playing guitar. I am working hard talking to Judy and Jolene. I am talking our collective journey as hard as I can I am walking out in bliss the there of us passing bottle of crown Royal. Next a spiff is lit in the back of the SUV us rolling and playing. I am massively happy. I am sure how or why these things happen to me are just ecstatic when they do. I am just an average bloke in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, which seeks to save Africa .The women, are attractive and successful by the conversation we are having best friends, and middle management in different energy companies. I am ok , under employed and overeducated, I am sussing not their average fare. I also by the after in a luxury SUV three of us in varying stages of undress the embarrassed glances they may share much but this is the first time they’ve shared this. I am honoured and just silly happy in daze .
09 June 2007
01 June 2007
25 May 2007
05 May 2007
12 nights in Bangkok
Bangkok
A city at once modern, and ancient. The women so very lovely Buddha’s everywhere along with “. Long lives the king.” I stumble through staring at everything trying to drink it all in. I try to reconcile; starbucks and the benevolent portrait of King and Queen
A city at once modern, and ancient. The women so very lovely Buddha’s everywhere along with “. Long lives the king.” I stumble through staring at everything trying to drink it all in. I try to reconcile; starbucks and the benevolent portrait of King and Queen
31 March 2007
Guantanamo Theatre
David Hicks confessed after only 5 years in inhuman conditions after being betrayed by John Howard. And the prospects of a kangaroo court some day in the indefinite future.
Halide Sheikh Mohammed confessed to 911, the U.S.S. Cole and killing Nicole Brown Simpson.7-7 in UK the shoe bomber having knicked 3 snickers bars and a porno mag. Feel safer? I doubt it becomes more clear everyday; that9-11 was inside job the real terrorist are still in power.
David Hicks confessed after only 5 years in inhuman conditions after being betrayed by John Howard. And the prospects of a kangaroo court some day in the indefinite future.
Halide Sheikh Mohammed confessed to 911, the U.S.S. Cole and killing Nicole Brown Simpson.7-7 in UK the shoe bomber having knicked 3 snickers bars and a porno mag. Feel safer? I doubt it becomes more clear everyday; that9-11 was inside job the real terrorist are still in power.
02 February 2007
The poetry of conflict
Unmarked helicopters hovering overhead
Shouting into the receiver
Over Lord this is Arch Angel
We are yours OverLord
Command!
The mad Capitan screaming the Lord is coming soon!
Over the black helicopters speakers
Look up down forward and back again
These balaclavas were issued by the queen
Think about it and you’ll realise
You saw nothing at all
Unmarked helicopters hovering overhead
Shouting into the receiver
Over Lord this is Arch Angel
We are yours OverLord
Command!
The mad Capitan screaming the Lord is coming soon!
Over the black helicopters speakers
Look up down forward and back again
These balaclavas were issued by the queen
Think about it and you’ll realise
You saw nothing at all
01 December 2006
Such an early song. Written when we thought Tompkins Park St. Marks and a handful of clubs and dives comprised the known world as, the places I had known before became unreal, to point of comedy. I was there a week before deciding everything they taught me was white lies and half-truths.
Wishful thinking-such an early song
Nighttime
finds me
screaming
daytime
finds me
dry
I am
lean
fast
And breezy
By the time I am
25
I’ll die
Wishful thinking?
11 November 2006
14 October 2006
yet not given charges. I was guilty until proven innocent of a particularly repulsive act. Sexual harassment. My crime ; a joke made 3 months ago. It should be noted my accuser, was not actually there but was” offended.” She saw fit to report us. This woman who smiles to my face prattles on endlessly about her career, her “perfect suburban home, her fabulous career chose to dump her frustrations, which she obviously usually buries in food, on My academic career 2 months before I graduate with a 3.4 and MBA The consequences were in fact opposite, me friends rallied, professors spoke out in my defence. I survived
05 October 2006
vealpen x
Bono 15.02.03-.04.10.06 RIP
Bono a fawn Shar-pei was killed by a speeding SUV today
Nothing Gold can Stay
438
by Robert Frost
1874-1963, written in 1923
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Bono 15.02.03-.04.10.06 RIP
Bono a fawn Shar-pei was killed by a speeding SUV today
Nothing Gold can Stay
438
by Robert Frost
1874-1963, written in 1923
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
21 September 2006
vealpen x
21.09.06
Yes I know what you think of me, you never stop talking
What if in these jeans, as faded as me
I just leave
What if she was to find me; there wisdom, and peace in my needles
There is sanctuary in her eyes
21.09.06
Yes I know what you think of me, you never stop talking
What if in these jeans, as faded as me
I just leave
What if she was to find me; there wisdom, and peace in my needles
There is sanctuary in her eyes
09 September 2006
vealpen x
In India walking barefoot and a digital camera. This is a place of lovely extremes a culture which predates my western frame reference. A land that defeated Alexander the great. Women in saris and Jimmy Choo pumps. mokeys, cobras and sky scrapers I walk with scared cows and drink tea. Silk, Gold and state of the art technology suddenly I am working for the Raj. I am inlove with the stark beauty,the beauty and horror. I actually discuss spirtuality with a hidu priest who very interested in whether Labour can defeat the Tories,after Bair jumping in bed with Bush In am constantly amazed and wander every where looking at everything asking edless questions. I am constantly running into the past and future at once. I am amazed how this changing me,aded euro-trash, ecause lets face it a club,in Berlin isn't very different from one in London , L.A. or in this case Bangalore. Its the motorshaw rides te driver who proudly waits for me without complaint .
In India walking barefoot and a digital camera. This is a place of lovely extremes a culture which predates my western frame reference. A land that defeated Alexander the great. Women in saris and Jimmy Choo pumps. mokeys, cobras and sky scrapers I walk with scared cows and drink tea. Silk, Gold and state of the art technology suddenly I am working for the Raj. I am inlove with the stark beauty,the beauty and horror. I actually discuss spirtuality with a hidu priest who very interested in whether Labour can defeat the Tories,after Bair jumping in bed with Bush In am constantly amazed and wander every where looking at everything asking edless questions. I am constantly running into the past and future at once. I am amazed how this changing me,aded euro-trash, ecause lets face it a club,in Berlin isn't very different from one in London , L.A. or in this case Bangalore. Its the motorshaw rides te driver who proudly waits for me without complaint .
vealpen x
08.09.06
in the bar next to place where my friend dances for men
tarred stain lungs I scream into the night
too stoned to notice
too lost to care
next to the bar where my friend sells herself
a glass of gin, and half a pack of cigarettes
I have become the person
My parents warned me about
08.09.06
in the bar next to place where my friend dances for men
tarred stain lungs I scream into the night
too stoned to notice
too lost to care
next to the bar where my friend sells herself
a glass of gin, and half a pack of cigarettes
I have become the person
My parents warned me about
08 September 2006
vealpen x
08.09.06
in the bar next to place where my friend dances for men
tarred stain lungs I scream into the night
too stoned to notice
too lost to care
next to the bar where my friend sells herself
a glass of gin, and half a pack of cigarettes
I have become the person
My parents warned me about
08.09.06
in the bar next to place where my friend dances for men
tarred stain lungs I scream into the night
too stoned to notice
too lost to care
next to the bar where my friend sells herself
a glass of gin, and half a pack of cigarettes
I have become the person
My parents warned me about
21 April 2006
vealpen x
Jenna 21.04.06
I can’t scream and spin
Like the last one you had
I can’t claim innocence either
Would it be to weird
If I
Just pretended you
Loved me
And
Only me
To pretend
There
Was
We
Not just
You
And
me
Jenna 21.04.06
I can’t scream and spin
Like the last one you had
I can’t claim innocence either
Would it be to weird
If I
Just pretended you
Loved me
And
Only me
To pretend
There
Was
We
Not just
You
And
me
06 March 2006
vealpen x
Blues .03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?
Blues .03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?
vealpen x
.03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?
.03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?
vealpen x
JB.03.03.06
ice pick heels
red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?
JB.03.03.06
ice pick heels
red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?
vealpen x
. JB 03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?
. JB 03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?
21 January 2006
vealpen x
Now
Bordeaux it’s a balmy night it’s cool enough to wear my blazer Warm enough that I can wear an “ironic’ Tee; ironically I know the band on the tee, The über hip woman who I meet at a downtown café thought this was amusing enough to spend the day with me.
We’re a motley Crewe cliques scattered through out the city centre. I am wandering with Pierre(our cherished Professor) and Wes( a 6’ 4” bloke who has become our mate bonding over pub crawls in Strasbourg & Belgium ), as pass we accumulate more and more people from the class. I am in a crowd yet very much alone enjoying a Gitane; why did I quit smoking? Regina, a gregarious woman with a disarming smile, scream’s,” Lets go dancing!” as we pass nightclubs . “We’re I say following . Inside the music pulses. I go to the bar, leaving Regina at a table enlisting Lance to carry drink’s. I am thankful gin is the same word.
When we return, she has been joined by 2 young French women. They introduce themselves, as Tess, and Eve. I am immediately attracted to Tess, she is blonde , tan with tonnes of thick hair, and pale blue eyes he shade of cloudless skies in some tropical country. She’s pulling this gorgeous mounds of hair up. I run my hand through it, and say, si vous pliez, leave it, your hair and you are beautiful ”
“non, too much”, but no longer trying to put it up. She smiles at me and starts dancing.
The rest of the world has just ceased to exist . and there is no hope for me I am lost in the moment, and happily so. I find myself dancing with her . I put my arm around her and pull her close I want to ask her something. She just starts kissing me.. I am no longer aware of anything else. I realise she is putting my hand on her breast. I am not really sure how long this goes on, as I have given myself over completely to the moment. Regina taps me on the she announces, “ we’re leaving au revoiur.” I kiss Tess goodbye for a few minutes , and her friend Eve who presents me each cheek. I am walking out the door and realise I bloody don’t want to go. I bid Regina and Lance goodbye. I go back to my newly discovered land . I see Regina glare, but I really don’t care.
I go back in she’s swirling gracefully on the dance floor, so free., so uninhibited . It’s as if she totally unencumbered by any preconceptions, no past no future just NOW . I love this women, this manifesto, and loathe everything comes before or after. This is in fact a dialect, a theology, a complete belief system and it is all summed up and encapsulated by the figure of Tess under the lights of dance floor and the way she kisses. It is without reserve, hesitation, and completely unfettered by anything or anyone . Our conversation is limited to next to nothing, my French is nearly nonexistent . Her English I fancy a perfect accent enough so its sultry, not so much, that she sounds like Elmer Fudd.. In the moment she is perfect, beautiful and sexy.
Her friend Eve comes and kisses me on both cheeks and a peck on the lips, and leaves French bloke in tow. I look at Tess and she takes my hand and leads me back to the dance floor . We bounce back and forth the table for drinks and the dance floor. She seems not to notice, that I am a truly awful dancer. She occasionally says something and kisses me for a couple of minutes., then either returns to dancing or disappears, only to return say a few words and kiss me. This continues until the lights come on . She takes me by the hands outside gives me a long kiss and says a few words I understand to mean she’s coming with me., when she takes my arm and laces hers through it, and lays her head on my shoulder I start back to my hotel, conversation is very unnecessary, as well as impractical.. She takes my arm, in gentle gesture, smiles and leans her head on me. NOW is bliss, NOW is quiet contentment, NOW is the only place we want to be. We walk saying nothing in the cool spring night.
I am so grateful, that I don’t have a roommate., and we went to the Tabac, and picked-up a couple of litres of Evian which should be a little under room temperature and a bottle of Medoc . I am thinking nothing else is needed. I am so happy to be here NOW
We enter the hotel she holds me a bit tighter, nervous reflex? I stroke her hand on the lift . She follows me off and down to my room. In front of the door I motion open and follow her in. Tess looks around and sits on the bed in gesture which is so natural it is , as I always known her. NOW is brilliant as she looks shy, wanton and serene simultaneously. I kiss her and keep kissing her as clothes fall away and our bodies start coming together. she wants to turn off the light I want to look at her body so tan , lithe. I want to write sings about IT. NOW is brilliant nothing feels backward or studied, It is just the moment it is just brilliant, NOW I am shedding my own clothes and kissing her exploring this beautiful creature. She is perfect. I am entranced and seized by passion . A million new sensations my mind exploding with possibilities. I am not sure what she is saying, but have no doubt that, I am receiving the message. She strokes me as she helps me undress. NOW is all encompassing, nothing exists but the moment and each other nothing has ever come, before nor after. I amazed no tattoos piercing of genitals she is quite tan everywhere except where a small bikini has shielded a small pale triangle with some blond damp hair . She is not even wearing make-up, yet still even in this unmerciful hotel lights which always seems so ambient on brochures , but when there are poorly thought out combinations of florescent lighting with its yellow death pallor , and search light type trac lighting. her nipples stand erect and she moan softly as I kiss her, caress her, lick her soft salty skin.She moans and says encouraging incomphrensible vaguely pornographic things in French she growls , laughs and moans loudly. I caress her slowly as kiss the inside of her thighs . she tightens her legs around my head and takes me in her mouth. I push her back gently. “Non es por tu.
She relaxs and lays back ” looking at me through half closed eyes as I disappear into her sex . I her breathing go short and shallow her slim hips pulse. She starts screaming and her legs are tight around my head her arms around my legs. Until she releases me only straddle my chest then head . She shudders screams aagain, and then again, Tess covered in presiperation lays on top of me a breathing slowly and finally kissing me. She rolls me on top of her wrapping her legs around me and pulling me into her frantically. Screaming “Je adore’! and some other things, that I can’t understand. But need no translation.
NOW is explosive now is pure pleasure. NOW is pure , and existence onto itself.. .
Now
Bordeaux it’s a balmy night it’s cool enough to wear my blazer Warm enough that I can wear an “ironic’ Tee; ironically I know the band on the tee, The über hip woman who I meet at a downtown café thought this was amusing enough to spend the day with me.
We’re a motley Crewe cliques scattered through out the city centre. I am wandering with Pierre(our cherished Professor) and Wes( a 6’ 4” bloke who has become our mate bonding over pub crawls in Strasbourg & Belgium ), as pass we accumulate more and more people from the class. I am in a crowd yet very much alone enjoying a Gitane; why did I quit smoking? Regina, a gregarious woman with a disarming smile, scream’s,” Lets go dancing!” as we pass nightclubs . “We’re I say following . Inside the music pulses. I go to the bar, leaving Regina at a table enlisting Lance to carry drink’s. I am thankful gin is the same word.
When we return, she has been joined by 2 young French women. They introduce themselves, as Tess, and Eve. I am immediately attracted to Tess, she is blonde , tan with tonnes of thick hair, and pale blue eyes he shade of cloudless skies in some tropical country. She’s pulling this gorgeous mounds of hair up. I run my hand through it, and say, si vous pliez, leave it, your hair and you are beautiful ”
“non, too much”, but no longer trying to put it up. She smiles at me and starts dancing.
The rest of the world has just ceased to exist . and there is no hope for me I am lost in the moment, and happily so. I find myself dancing with her . I put my arm around her and pull her close I want to ask her something. She just starts kissing me.. I am no longer aware of anything else. I realise she is putting my hand on her breast. I am not really sure how long this goes on, as I have given myself over completely to the moment. Regina taps me on the she announces, “ we’re leaving au revoiur.” I kiss Tess goodbye for a few minutes , and her friend Eve who presents me each cheek. I am walking out the door and realise I bloody don’t want to go. I bid Regina and Lance goodbye. I go back to my newly discovered land . I see Regina glare, but I really don’t care.
I go back in she’s swirling gracefully on the dance floor, so free., so uninhibited . It’s as if she totally unencumbered by any preconceptions, no past no future just NOW . I love this women, this manifesto, and loathe everything comes before or after. This is in fact a dialect, a theology, a complete belief system and it is all summed up and encapsulated by the figure of Tess under the lights of dance floor and the way she kisses. It is without reserve, hesitation, and completely unfettered by anything or anyone . Our conversation is limited to next to nothing, my French is nearly nonexistent . Her English I fancy a perfect accent enough so its sultry, not so much, that she sounds like Elmer Fudd.. In the moment she is perfect, beautiful and sexy.
Her friend Eve comes and kisses me on both cheeks and a peck on the lips, and leaves French bloke in tow. I look at Tess and she takes my hand and leads me back to the dance floor . We bounce back and forth the table for drinks and the dance floor. She seems not to notice, that I am a truly awful dancer. She occasionally says something and kisses me for a couple of minutes., then either returns to dancing or disappears, only to return say a few words and kiss me. This continues until the lights come on . She takes me by the hands outside gives me a long kiss and says a few words I understand to mean she’s coming with me., when she takes my arm and laces hers through it, and lays her head on my shoulder I start back to my hotel, conversation is very unnecessary, as well as impractical.. She takes my arm, in gentle gesture, smiles and leans her head on me. NOW is bliss, NOW is quiet contentment, NOW is the only place we want to be. We walk saying nothing in the cool spring night.
I am so grateful, that I don’t have a roommate., and we went to the Tabac, and picked-up a couple of litres of Evian which should be a little under room temperature and a bottle of Medoc . I am thinking nothing else is needed. I am so happy to be here NOW
We enter the hotel she holds me a bit tighter, nervous reflex? I stroke her hand on the lift . She follows me off and down to my room. In front of the door I motion open and follow her in. Tess looks around and sits on the bed in gesture which is so natural it is , as I always known her. NOW is brilliant as she looks shy, wanton and serene simultaneously. I kiss her and keep kissing her as clothes fall away and our bodies start coming together. she wants to turn off the light I want to look at her body so tan , lithe. I want to write sings about IT. NOW is brilliant nothing feels backward or studied, It is just the moment it is just brilliant, NOW I am shedding my own clothes and kissing her exploring this beautiful creature. She is perfect. I am entranced and seized by passion . A million new sensations my mind exploding with possibilities. I am not sure what she is saying, but have no doubt that, I am receiving the message. She strokes me as she helps me undress. NOW is all encompassing, nothing exists but the moment and each other nothing has ever come, before nor after. I amazed no tattoos piercing of genitals she is quite tan everywhere except where a small bikini has shielded a small pale triangle with some blond damp hair . She is not even wearing make-up, yet still even in this unmerciful hotel lights which always seems so ambient on brochures , but when there are poorly thought out combinations of florescent lighting with its yellow death pallor , and search light type trac lighting. her nipples stand erect and she moan softly as I kiss her, caress her, lick her soft salty skin.She moans and says encouraging incomphrensible vaguely pornographic things in French she growls , laughs and moans loudly. I caress her slowly as kiss the inside of her thighs . she tightens her legs around my head and takes me in her mouth. I push her back gently. “Non es por tu.
She relaxs and lays back ” looking at me through half closed eyes as I disappear into her sex . I her breathing go short and shallow her slim hips pulse. She starts screaming and her legs are tight around my head her arms around my legs. Until she releases me only straddle my chest then head . She shudders screams aagain, and then again, Tess covered in presiperation lays on top of me a breathing slowly and finally kissing me. She rolls me on top of her wrapping her legs around me and pulling me into her frantically. Screaming “Je adore’! and some other things, that I can’t understand. But need no translation.
NOW is explosive now is pure pleasure. NOW is pure , and existence onto itself.. .
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