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12Aug/150

Head to Toe

Posted by Quinn

Blue Angel. 1930. Before most of our parents were born.  In Europe, lusty lust was not lost, but America diluted its fire water into warm milk.  I'm gonna try to capture the spirit of Frederick Hollander's lyrics made famous by Marlene Dietrich.  Apologies to the dead for this poor man's rendering of "Falling In Love Again".

Some side-wise beauty flickers,
Some "je ne sais-pas-quoi".
Like fool's gold, a glimmer,
but the shine is faint and dull.

And then my eyes catch yours,
and then we're face-to-face,
and now we're falling forward,
down into wordless space.

Always, from head to toe,
I'm aching for your touch.
Beyond the dream of us,
there is nothing.

All things we are we've made--
together all there is.
All that's hers is his,
and I'm helpless.

Others flit 'round me,
like moths drawn to the flame,
and they will all burn soon,
but you'll always remain.

Always, from head to toe,
I'm aching for your touch.
Beyond the dream of us,
there is nothing.

Trembling beneath my hands,
with urgent burning want,
I'm haunted by the terror,
that you'll be going away.

Not one precious drop of you,
would I dare to waste.
I starve for just a taste,
and I love it.

I am from head to toe,
so aching for your touch.
Beyond the dream of us,
there is nothing.

All things we are we've made--
together all there is.
All that's hers is his,
and I'm helpless.

Others flit 'round me,
like moths drawn to the flame,
and they will all burn soon,
but you'll always remain.

I am from head to toe,
so aching for your touch.
Beyond the dream of us,
there is nothing.

I'll be updating the lyrics sporadically, as the whim strikes me.  It seems each time I do, I wander further from the proper meter.  Do add your thoughts in the comments.

6Sep/141

BBC

Posted by Quinn

T-shirt depicting "Olaf" the snowman from "Frozen" with caption "I LIKE WARM HUGS".

Getting chilly for t-shirts, but the cold never bothered me, anyway.

Fun encounter with the fairer sex this morning. Went outside my apartment to the Farmer's Market that usually serves only to deprive me of parking on Friday night. Browsed a little, then to the java stand.  The pretty twenty-something compliments my "Frozen" shirt with a giggle and asks what I'd like.

"Well ... I've been craving a BBC.   A big--"

[beat, anxiety on her face]

"black ..."

[beat, eyes widen]

"... coffee."

She laughs. Funny she knew the acronym-- maybe she's on Craigslist.

Anyway, she pours, I explain I've been wanting to use it for a while. "Well, not use a BBC, but the joke." "You're BAAAAD."

She mentions the shirt again, I say, "Yeah, I watch it a lot with the girls. I mean, I don't watch BBC with them-- er, well, I do" "You're BAD this morning!" "I mean the British Broadcasting Corp."

She finishes pouring, but my cup runneth over.  I helpfully interject, "BBC ain't fitting in there, is it?"

She laughs again.

We smile, we part and I walk home in the cold September rain.

 

3Nov/121

Protected: “I’m Married”

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