I feel like I am motes of once-known-as-Feylian swirling in Barenjaeger* or a leaf blowing in the whistle of Felix Laband’s Whistling in Tongues. I want to drink Him and I know he will taste of maple syrup. My blood is hardly salty red – I’ve just made him a mixed cd of music so saccharine that CC would keel over and die of mortification and soundslut revolt if he ever heard it.

He is…more than I ever thought. He is breath and joy and fear of loss.

Anyway.

Things are going remarkably well at work. I love what I do and these days it consists or ever more writing which kicks ass. Living in Midrand is fantastic. WaWa and Manly Man are complete sweethearts and D has fallen in love (as is his wont) with Violet, the housekeeper****.

This past weekend was blearily wonderful. We went to MM & The Original Camel Man’s place where we listened to Chris Chameleon and drank whisky. Saturday we went to Rambo‘s house where I watched my first voluntary rugby game. I will now shell out actual cash money to buy girl rugby shirts. CC joined us later which resulted in only getting to bed in the bird chittering hours of Sunday morning.

And yes. CC is still leaving but I’m not talking about it as it is imminent enough to make my brown eyes brim. So denial ftw.

1. Word of the day:  treacle (TheSage: 1. writing or music that is excessively sweet and sentimental, 2. a pale cane syrup)

2. Insight of the day: You know in the fabric of your soul when it is the right person. I’d always wondered about that.

3. State of the pool:  Pale gold, body temp honey with splashing tongues of fire.*

4. Joys of the day:  1. Summertime by Billie Holiday, 2. being barefoot and alone at the office, 3. virtual lilo-ing instead of surfing the internet**, 4. wearing and discarding words like putting an outfit together with hours still before the party starts***.

5. Awesomest lines: One of my favourite poems of all time and now, finally, appropriate.

i like my body when it is with your – ee cummings

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 furr, 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

6. Scripture line: Song of Solomon (New International Version) 1: ….4

Friends

We rejoice and delight in you ^[b] ;
we will praise your love more than wine.

**Frost sent me this link. Awesome stuff. Why surf if you can fly?

***Reminds me of the afternoon scene in Atonement where Keira Knightly smokes a lot (beautifully though)

****So young and yet already destined to be an Austen character.

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