To the Angel Sleeping in My Car

To the Angel Sleeping in My Car (A Road Trip With An Angel)





I watch you sleep. Furtively.
It’s only been ten minutes.

I’ll wait.


Let me be anonymous. Please.
The rankle eases better that way.
Away from my center.


I’ve kept it this long. Safe.
What’s a blanket of road?
I can wait.


Only minutes of refuge. Eternal.
My eyes veil the secret I dared.
Look only ahead.


Another stretch of road. Pain.
Ok, maybe a glance?
No, patience must hold.


Such bitter balm for a wounded. Benediction.
Waiting is a sacrament.
Soldier on blessed soul.


My mind hosts unnamable wars. Pogrom.
How can you sleep unaware?
I am drowning beside you.


Bleeding, I pry open the sanctuary. Lost.
Tentatively, I gaze at you again.
I catch my breath.


Your sight is a dagger that knows its mark. Fatal.
My eyes retreat.
Afraid to speak that which must not be named.


Too late, I have been wounded deep enough. Dying.
I behold your wholeness with such longing.
For I am broken.


Don’t wake now, please, don’t open your eyes. Sleep.
Let me drink your flushed skin, your red lips.
My happiness.


Your feather lashes and your calm brows. Dream.
I am a shadow now slowly fading before your light.
I am fallen.


Let me brush away that stray hair from your eyes. Please.
One more glance, one last touch.
Hallowed pain.


You cannot know, ever. Remain.
Let this mortal knowledge not weigh you.
My winged one.


I have known how this will end. Futile.
I am slain in the end.
The joke’s on me.


God, why did you make a creature so beautiful?
Why did you make this desire so forbidden?

Straight But Not Narrow

It's alright that he has two left feet. Or that he looks and sounds spaced out in Glee. But when he gives you that almost shy, almost knowing, almost half-smile don't you wanna just pounce on him (see segment 0:26-0:28). Yeah, don't you wanna bite a piece of the fresh beef jerky.

Cory Monteith is Straight. Sigh.

Cory, Cory, Cory. You make me itch like jello quivering from that half-smile.

And (no buts) yes, he's straight but not narrow. He's a guy and he's ok talking to guys about guys who like guys. 


Sweet Jesus, where can we order one of these for take out?

Again, from one very interesting site. A favorite: Missed Connections





"Sunday, April 3, 2011
-m4m
I fixed the water outside your apt today, you had a problem with your plumbing. I never asked you your name but I thought you were very attractive. Interested? Reply with where you were going and what you were wearing."

Of Roller Coasters & Carousels

Remind me again
about the sensation of rising, .......
climbing, .......
waiting, .......
fearing, .......
and being at the peak.

Then, pausing.

Then 
falling

sudden 

fast 

unthinking 

just 
feeling

gravity 
tickling 
the 
steel 
rails 
sharp
gut 
itching
with
drifting 
need
a 
scream
spine 
aching 
for 
the 
thrust.


Gasping.


Yes, roller coasters give one a kick of life.
But carousels aren't half as bad either.
They rightly come after,
like a slower, easy landing after a climax,

off the peak, safe and cuddled

by the warm horse saddle.

None Butt the Lovely....

from inkflesh

It's all about butts today. No ifs, only butts. Yeah, butt off!

(_!_) = Normal Ass
(__!__) = Big Ass
(!) = Tight Ass
(_?_) = Dumb Ass
(_E=MC2_) = Smart Ass
(_$_) = Rich Ass
(_x_) = Kiss My Ass
(_X_) = Get Off My Ass



from Urban Dictionary.

Magneto in Drag

"Remember the part in “X-Men: First Class” where Magneto and Professor X find Angel at the strip club? Apparently what we saw in the theaters wasn’t the full scene, and the part of it that got cut will be available to see on the DVD. If you can’t wait that long to see what was left out, we’ve got you covered."



"Posted over at Entertainment Weekly, we see Magneto and Professor X go to the strip club and get Angel off to themselves where they’re able to show her their mutant powers. Up till this point, Angel thinks they’re just regular, nonmutant customers.

All this sounds familiar, right? Magneto gets to surprise her with his power of levitation, but then Professor X has a completely different idea of how to show her his skills.

The professor rubs his temple, Angel laughs, and then we see Magneto in a sparkly blue dress and red wig. The change only lasts a few seconds, and either Professor X is that good or Magneto doesn’t look down, because Magneto never knows that anything has occurred. When he asks what’s happened, no one bothers to answer him.

You’ll just have to see this cute scene for yourself. And you’ll be able to see this and more when “X-Men: First Class” is available to purchase on September 9."

from MTV

Damn, Prince William....

you're making my foot blush! *blush*

Yes, his handle was Prince William and he has a royal, umm, tongue. He can charm his princely ways out of me.  He's a good word flirt. 

That's online dating to you, you troll who lives under a rock and doesn't Facebook and tweet!

So here's to you sweet Mr. Troll. Time to move out of the mountain. Read, laugh, enjoy and be educated. Warning: irony and sarcasm masked in humor are not for the faint-headed.



"Online dating isn’t just for geeks anymore. No sir. Dorks and nerds are also hopping on board the e-train to crippling romantic disappointment. I’m not saying that only geeks, dorks and nerds use online dating, only that I’m one of the coolest people doing it, and I named my cat Amy Adams, so I can say ‘I love you Amy Adams’ each day when I wake up (I have…issues).

Lilies

Caged birds do sing.

Visions & Phantoms

Links from Dice

V is for a vision of you
Standing away from the rain
Cold
Willing yourself to ebb with the water
Unable
Then walking towards the dark puddles
Vanishing
Seeping into the folds of that shivering curtain




 V is for a vision of a phantom
Unmoved by time and reason
Solitary
Hesitating as the skies weep
Leaving
As I turn to the unexplored lands
Dreaming
Bleeding into August myths


PS: Here's to November rains and songs so titled.

Caspian Revelations

"Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul."
---from "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde

I wonder what this picture tells of us.... Gee, is this Ben Barnes!? He's become a twink! 


So this is where he dipped his thespic chops---Oscar Wilde, no less. The work for which Wilde was imprisoned for “committing acts of gross indecency with certain male persons.” ( New Yorker)