Are you going to do it like that?
My rental car has xm radio. ♥ ♥ ♥
Have been reading yet another book on Christopher Marlowe (yeah, I don't know why I am borderline obsessed) and reading about him and/or Shakespeare always puts me in the mood for Shakespeare in Love. It's not the best movie, but it's good fun and I love it (Geoffrey Rush is the best thing in the universe) so I have been watching it in bits and pieces, over and over, since last weekend. ^____^ Will seek help in the future. Maybe.
Anyway, I'm just here to post poetry, so here we go!
Love, We're Going Home Now
Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.
Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world:
Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey:
Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old
Old patience, dividing the day from the night.
And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea
Like two blind birds to their wall,
To their nest in a distant spring:
Because love cannot always fly without resting,
Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea:
Our kisses head back home where they belong.
- Pablo Neruda