Painting, Marc Chagall, 1949, The Colour of Love Today I want to be tangled up in blue, I want to do the opposite of something, to just be still with you, I want to wrap my arms around you like a blanket, a blanket we suddenly need, and then I want to feed you – […]
When All the World Was Spinning {Poetry}
It was but a moment in time, when all the world was spinning, a spinning, flashing roller rink, of Don’t Stop Believin’, and Take It On The Run, baby, and long Farrah Fawcett feathered hair, and tight designer jeans, and cigarettes, and sneaking around, and all those little lies we told each other, about who […]
Them – A Love Story {2}
“Wake up,” he says, he whispers, and he gently nudges her, moving some hair from her face. As usual, she appears untouched, unaffected by the ravages of deep slumber, though she would surely tell you a different story. Her head moves a little and she groans. Not yet. She buries her face in the pillow. […]