"I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If you hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever..."
So. In the past week I have had the following: Dave T invite me to foreign places (Prague possibly) at his expense, Paulo profess I'm hot as English mustard, Gordon ask me whether I want the grey or the black £500 Lock&Co hat, and Matt let me sleep in his bed when I was too tired to leave and curl round me and give me a kiss. (WTF? No, that last one still confuses me a lot. Was that just friendly affection? Nostalgia? A momentary lapse of reason? What?)
All in all, that's a hell of a lot of attention for a Corvid.
And whilst it has its material benefits and its companionship and is better by far than being scorned.... it's not JHH. It seems I really did lose my heart to him in Greenwich that time, because I can't envisage being with anyone else. (Yeah, whilst drunk I've let Dave paw at me, but really that's just the baser nature of 'sex drive' coming up kicking - fond as I am of him I don't want to sleep with him in the cold light of day as it were. I mean no slight - I don't want to sleep with any of the others even when very drunk, technically he wins... I can't believe I'm typing this.) Damn. Where are you, Holliday? Come find me, darlin'. I miss you.
"I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through Storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm..."
If you hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever..."
So. In the past week I have had the following: Dave T invite me to foreign places (Prague possibly) at his expense, Paulo profess I'm hot as English mustard, Gordon ask me whether I want the grey or the black £500 Lock&Co hat, and Matt let me sleep in his bed when I was too tired to leave and curl round me and give me a kiss. (WTF? No, that last one still confuses me a lot. Was that just friendly affection? Nostalgia? A momentary lapse of reason? What?)
All in all, that's a hell of a lot of attention for a Corvid.
And whilst it has its material benefits and its companionship and is better by far than being scorned.... it's not JHH. It seems I really did lose my heart to him in Greenwich that time, because I can't envisage being with anyone else. (Yeah, whilst drunk I've let Dave paw at me, but really that's just the baser nature of 'sex drive' coming up kicking - fond as I am of him I don't want to sleep with him in the cold light of day as it were. I mean no slight - I don't want to sleep with any of the others even when very drunk, technically he wins... I can't believe I'm typing this.) Damn. Where are you, Holliday? Come find me, darlin'. I miss you.
"I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through Storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm..."