Daily Love Digest
Even if I now saw you
Only once,
I would long for you
Through worlds,
Worlds.
Izumi Shikibu (c.974)
Whenever I see or meet someone I find interesting I always imagine if that person is not just any person walking down the street or looking through magazine racks or having lunch or smoking in a corner but if he's that one person.
BEFORE
Mark Halliday
Before you were you,
before your bicycle appeared under the street-lamp,
before you met me at the airport in a corduroy jacket,
before you agreed to hold my five ballpoint pens
while I ran to play touch football,
before your wet hair nearly touched the piano keys
and in advance of how your raincoat was tightly cinched
when you asked about nonviolent anti-war activity
and before you said "Truffaut,"
before your voice supernaturally soft sang
"I aweary wait upon the shore,"
before you suddenly stroked my thigh in the old Volvo,
when you had not yet said "Marcus Aurelius at 11:15"
and before your white shirt on the train,
before Pachelbel and "My Creole Belle"
and before your lips were so cool under that street-lamp
and before Buddy Holly in Vermont on the sofa
and Yeats in the library lounge,
prior to your denim cutoffs on the porch,
prior to my notes and your notes
and before your name became a pulsing star,
before all this
ah safer and smoother and smaller was my heart.
+++++
There are only two things in the world that can make me dance in public:
1. A considerable amount of alcohol
2. Peachy!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEACHY!
The birthday girl surrounded by the Southridge boys and Stscho girls!
You looked stunning, Peachy!
Only once,
I would long for you
Through worlds,
Worlds.
Izumi Shikibu (c.974)
Whenever I see or meet someone I find interesting I always imagine if that person is not just any person walking down the street or looking through magazine racks or having lunch or smoking in a corner but if he's that one person.
BEFORE
Mark Halliday
Before you were you,
before your bicycle appeared under the street-lamp,
before you met me at the airport in a corduroy jacket,
before you agreed to hold my five ballpoint pens
while I ran to play touch football,
before your wet hair nearly touched the piano keys
and in advance of how your raincoat was tightly cinched
when you asked about nonviolent anti-war activity
and before you said "Truffaut,"
before your voice supernaturally soft sang
"I aweary wait upon the shore,"
before you suddenly stroked my thigh in the old Volvo,
when you had not yet said "Marcus Aurelius at 11:15"
and before your white shirt on the train,
before Pachelbel and "My Creole Belle"
and before your lips were so cool under that street-lamp
and before Buddy Holly in Vermont on the sofa
and Yeats in the library lounge,
prior to your denim cutoffs on the porch,
prior to my notes and your notes
and before your name became a pulsing star,
before all this
ah safer and smoother and smaller was my heart.
+++++
There are only two things in the world that can make me dance in public:
1. A considerable amount of alcohol
2. Peachy!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEACHY!
The birthday girl surrounded by the Southridge boys and Stscho girls!
You looked stunning, Peachy!